In the most modern theories of physics probability seems to have replaced aether as "the nominative of the verb 'to undulate'."

The electron, as it leaves the atom, crystallises out of Schrodinger's mist like a genie emerging from his bottle.

Something unknown is doing we don't know what-that is what our theory amounts to.

There was a time when we wanted to be told what an electron is. The question was never answered. No familiar conceptions can be woven around the electron; it belongs to the waiting list.

Events do not happen; they are just there, and we come across them.

Never accept a fact until it has been verified by theory.

If someone points out to you that your pet theory of the universe is in disagreement with Maxwell's equations - then so much the worse for Maxwell's equations. If it is found to be contradicted by observation - well, these experimentalists do bungle things sometimes. But if your theory is found to be against the second law of thermodynamics I can give you no hope; there is nothing for it but to collapse in deepest humiliation.