On the other hand, the concept owes its meaning and its justification exclusively to the totality of the sense impressions which we associate with it.
There are few enough people with sufficient independence to see the weaknesses and follies of their contemporaries and remain themselves untouched by them.
The really valuable method of thought to arrive at a logically coherent system is intuition.
Since 99.362% of women love mustache rides, it seems only a fool would have a bare upper lip.
I am satisfied with the mystery of life’s eternity and with a knowledge, a sense, of the marvelous structure of existence – as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.
I learned many years ago never to waste time trying to convince my colleagues.
The human mind has first to construct forms, independently, before we can find them in things.
Don’t be too hard on me. Everyone has to sacrifice at the altar of stupidity from time to time.
If I can’t picture it, I can’t understand it.
Marvellous, what ideas the young people have these days. But I don’t believe a word of it.
It is a precarious undertaking to say anything reliable about aims and intentions.
I never allow myself to become discouraged under any circumstances. The three great essentials to achieve anything worthwhile are first, hard work, second, stick-to-ittiveness, third, common sense.
Dr. Einstein: Yes; But this year the answers are different.
Man, surrounded by facts, permitting himself no surprise, no intuitive flash, no great hypothesis, no risk, is in a locked cell. Ignorance cannot seal the mind and imagination more securely.
We are slowed down sound and light waves, a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos. We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.
It is really a puzzle what drives one to take one’s work so devilishly seriously.
Common sense needs constant reappraisal.
My only genius talent is inquisitiveness.
Everyone likes me, yet nobody understands me.
The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.