We have a habit in writing articles published in scientific journals to make the work as finished as possible, to cover up all the tracks, to not worry about the blind alleys or describe how you had the wrong idea first, and so on. So there isn't any place to publish, in a dignified manner, what you actually did in order to get to do the work, although, there has been in these days, some interest in this kind of thing.

My friends and I had taken dancing lessons, although none of us would ever admit it. In those depression days, a friend of my mother was trying to make a living by teaching dancing in the evening, in an upstairs dance studio. There was a back door to the place, and she arranged it so the young men could come up through the back way without being seen.

You see, I get such fun out of thinking that I don't want to destroy this most pleasant machine that makes life such a big kick.

When you get as old as I am, you start to realize that you've told most of the good stuff you know to other people anyway.

I think Nature's imagination is so much greater than man's, she's never gonna let us relax!

The "paradox" is only a conflict between reality and your feeling of what reality "ought to be."

But logic is not all, one needs one's heart to follow an idea.