By legend and perhaps by nature philosophers are more accustomed to the armchair than the workbench.

Thers is this wonderful iconoclast at Rutgers, Doron Zeilberger, who says that our mathematics is the result of a random walk, by which he means what WE call mathematics. Likewise, I think, for the sciences.

Cutting up fowl to predict the future is, if done honestly and with as little interpretation as possible, a kind of randomization. But chicken guts are hard to read and invite flights of fancy or corruption.

By legend and perhaps by nature philosophers are more accustomed to the armchair than the workbench.

The best reaction to a paradox is to invent a genuinely new and deep idea.

Plutonium has a quite extraordinary relationship with people. They made it, and it kills them.

The bad player is the one who tries to calculate and play with the odds, as if his game, his life, were one of a large number of games. To do so is at best to succumb to another necessity, the necessity of large numbers. The good player does not fool himself, and accepts that there is exactly one chance, which produces by chance the necessity and even the purpose that he experiences.