There is no vaccine against stupidity.

It would be possible to describe everything scientifically, but it would make no sense; it would be without meaning, as if you described a Beethoven symphony as a variation of wave pressure.

People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.

It almost seems to me that man was not born to be a carnivore.

All our thinking is of this nature, a free play with concepts.

The only way to escape the personal corruption of praise is to go on working. One is tempted to stop and listen to it. The only thing is to turn away and go on working. Work. There is nothing else.

I have little patience with scientists who take a board of wood, look for its thinnest part, and drill a great number of holes where drilling is easy.