We are trying to prove ourselves wrong as quickly as possible, because only in that way can we find progress.

For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?

People who wish to analyze nature without using mathematics must settle for a reduced understanding.

What is not surrounded by uncertainty cannot be the truth.

If you thought you were trying to find out more about it because you're gonna get an answer to some deep philosophical question...you may be wrong! It may be that you can't get an answer to that particular question by finding out more about the character of nature. But my interest in science is to simply find out about the world.

The game I play is a very interesting one. It's imagination, in a tight straightjacket.

I'm smart enough to know that I'm dumb.