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.

What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and variations in the structure of space.

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

An animal that embarks on forming states without greatly restricting egoism will perish.

If we were bees, ants, or Lacedaemonian| warriors, to whom personal fear does not exist and cowardice is the most shameful thing in the world, warring would go on forever. But luckily we are only men — and cowards.

Thus you can throw yourself flat on the ground, stretched out upon Mother Earth, with the certain conviction that you are one with her and she with you. You are as firmly established, as invulnerable as she, indeed a thousand times firmer and more invulnerable. As surely as she will engulf you tomorrow, so surely will she bring you forth anew to the new striving and suffering. And not merely "some day." Now, today, every day she is bringing you forth, not once but thousands upon thousands of times, just as every day she engulfs you a thousand times over.

Matter and energy seem granular in structure, and so does “life”, but not so mind.