You believe in a God who plays dice, I in complete law and order.

People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of others.

Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist.

Arrows of hate have been aimed at me too, but they have never hit me, because somehow they belonged to another world with which I have no connection whatsoever.

How insidious Nature is when one is trying to get at it experimentally.