Since that deluge of newspaper articles I have been so flooded with questions, invitations, suggestions, that I keep dreaming I am roasting in Hell, and the mailman is the devil eternally yelling at me, showering me with more bundles of letters at my head because I have not answered the old ones.

We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

Genius simply cannot be reduced to a set of rules for anyone to follow.

Nonsense, seems to sum up everything.

Don't let the measurable drive out the relevant

What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the World.

One scientific epoch ended and another began with James Clerk Maxwell.