One Feels The Insignificance Of The Individual,

I Cannot Conceive Of A God Who Rewards And Punishes His Creatures, Or Has A Will Of The Kind That We Experience In Ourselves. Neither Can I Nor Would I Want To Conceive Of An Individual That Survives His Physical Death; Let Feeble Souls, From Fear Or Absurd Egoism, Cherish Such Thoughts. I Am Satisfied With The Mystery Of The Eternity Of Life And With The Awareness And A Glimpse Of The Marvelous Structure Of The Existing World, Together With The Devoted Striving To Comprehend A Portion, Be It Ever So Tiny, Of The Reason That Manifests Itself In Nature.

About Newton: Nature To Him Was An Open Book, Whose Letters He Could Read Without Effort.

Einstein Was Once Asked How Many Feet Are In A Mile. Einstein's Reply Was "i Don't Know, Why Should I Fill My Brain With Facts I Can Find In Two Minutes In Any Standard Reference Book?

The Only Thing We Can Be Certain Of In This Life Is That We Can Be Certain Of Nothing.

I Must Seem Like An Ostrich Who Forever Burries Its Head In The Relativistic Sands In Order Not To Face The Evil Quanta.