I'm now a bit anti-Jewish since my last visit to the synagogue, but my atheism does not necessarily reject religion.

In 1934, the American Jewish charities offered to find homes for 300 German refugee children. We were on the SS Washington, bound for New York, Christmas 1934.

I feel I learned as much from fellow students as from the professors.

I reverted easily to my wild state, that is experimentation.

I survived only a year in Berkeley, partly because I declined to sign the anticommunist loyalty oath.

I had no new ideas on the physics we might learn, and I could not compete with the younger generation.

In 1933, the Nazis came to power and the more systematic persecution of the Jews followed quickly. Laws were enacted which excluded Jewish children from higher education in public schools.