This subject brings me to that vilest offspring of the herd mind -- the odious militia. The man who enjoys marching in line and file to the strains of music falls below my contempt; he received his great brain by mistake -- the spinal cord would have been amply sufficient. This heroism at command, this senseless violence, this accursed bombast of patriotism -- how intensely I despise them! War is low and despicable, and I had rather be smitten to shreds than participate in such doings.

With fame I become more and more stupid, which of course is a very common phenomenon.

Condemnation before investigation is the highest form of ignorance.

My success wasn't so much due to intelligence, but the fact that I stuck with problems longer.

When a man, after long years of searching, chances upon a thought which discloses something of the beauty of this mysterious universe, he should not therefore be personally celebrated. He is already sufficiently paid by his experience of seeking and finding.

There are yet people who say there is no God. But what really makes me angry is that they quote me for the support of such views

This is a time, when there seems to be a particular need for friends of wisdom and truth to join together.