You Believe In A God Who Plays

Nothing Happens Until Something Moves.

We Scientists, Whose Tragic Destination Has Been To Help In Making The Methods Of Annihilation More Gruesome And More Effective, Must Consider It Our Solemn And Transcendent Duty To Do All In Our Power In Preventing These Weapons From Being Used For The Brutal Purpose For Which They Were Invented.

If The Moon, In The Act Of Completing Its Eternal Way Around The Earth, Were Gifted With Self-consciousness, It Would Feel Thoroughly Convinced That It Was Traveling Its Way Of Its Own Accord On The Strength Of A Resolution Taken Once And For All. So Would A Being, Endowed With Higher Insight And More Perfect Intelligence, Watching Man And His Doings, Smile About Man's Illusion That He Was Acting According To His Own Free Will.

God Does Not Play Dice [with The Universe]. [ger., Gott Wurfelt Nicht.]

It Strikes Me As Unfair, And Even In Bad Taste, To Select A Few Of Them For Boundless Admiration, Attributing Superhuman Powers Of Mind And Character To Them. This Has Been My Fate, And The Contrast Between The Popular Estimate Of My Powers And Achievements And The Reality Is Simply Grotesque.