You Have To Color Outside The Lines

The Conflict That Exists Today Is No More Than An Old-style Struggle For Power, Once Again Presented To Mankind In Semireligious Trappings. The Difference Is That, This Time, The Development Of Atomic Power Has Imbued The Struggle With A Ghostly Character; For Both Parties Know And Admit That, Should The Quarrel Deteriorate Into Actual War, Mankind Is Doomed.

The Wireless Telegraph Is Not Difficult To Understand. The Ordinary Telegraph Is Like A Very Long Cat. You Pull The Tail In New York, And It Meows In Los Angeles. The Wireless Is The Same, Only Without The Cat.

There Is A Race Between Mankind And The Universe. Mankind Is Trying To Build Bigger, Better, Faster, And More Foolproof Machines. The Universe Is Trying To Build Bigger, Better, And Faster Fools. So Far The Universe Is Winning.

I Am Exclusively Occupied With The Problem Of Gravitation And Hope With The Help Of A Local Mathematician Friend [marcel Grossman] To Overcome All The Difficulties. One Thing Is Certain, However, That Never In Life Have I Been Quite So Tormented. A Great Respect For Mathematics Has Been Instilled Within Me, The Subtler Aspects Of Which, In My Stupidity, I Regarded Until Now As Pure Luxury.

The Only Reason For Time Is So That Everything Doesn't Happen At Once.