I belong to those theoreticians who know by direct observation what it means to make a measurement. Methinks it were better if there were more of them.

The essential feature of statistics is a prudent and systematic ignoring of details.

Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question. Science has no answer to it.

Our perceiving self is nowhere to be found in the world-picture, because it itself is the world-picture.

Our mind, by virtue of a certain finite, limited capability, is by no means capable of putting a question to Nature that permits a continuous series of answers. The observations, the individual results of measurements, are the answers of Nature to our discontinuous questioning.

For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.

Science cannot tell us a word about why music delights us, of why and how an old song can move us to tears.