A sublime faith in human imbecility has seldom led those who cherish it astray.
Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.
Every ist writes his own autobiography.
Heroes exterminate each other for the benefit of people who are not heroes.
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
Einstein is notmerely an artist in his moments of leisure and play, as a great statesman may play golf or a great soldier grow orchids. He retains the same attitude in the whole of his work. He traces science to its roots in emotion, which is exactly where art is also rooted.