I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
It was the experience of mystery – even if mixed with fear – that engendered religion.
He who joyfully marches in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.
It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.
I cannot believe that God plays dice with the cosmos.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
I have deep faith that the principle of the universe will be beautiful and simple.
Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a cruel libel, even if it is reiterated thoughtlessly by the Americans themselves.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Personally, I experience the greatest degree of pleasure in having contact with works of art. They furnish me with happy feelings of an intensity such as I cannot derive from other realms.
I want to know God’s thoughts. The rest is just details.
Out of clutter, find simplicity. From discord, find harmony. In the middle of difficulty, lies opportunity.
When I examined myself and my methods of thought, I came to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.
The skeptic will say, ‘It may well be true that this system of equations is reasonable from a logical standpoint, but this does not prove that it corresponds to nature.’ You are right, dear skeptic. Experience alone can decide on truth.
No matter how we may single out a complex from nature…its theoretical treatment will never prove to be ultimately conclusive… I believe that this process of deepening of theory has no limits.
Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.
Great Spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.