The problem of transmitting scientific knowledge is a very difficult business.

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

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

I remember Nazi election propaganda posters showing a hateful Jewish face with crooked nose.

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

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