Our Death Is Not An End If

In Every True Searcher Of Nature There Is A Kind Of Religious Reverence, For He Finds It Impossible To Imagine That He Is The First To Have Thought Out The Exceedingly Delicate Threads That Connect His Perceptions

The World Is A Dangerous Place To Live

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.

Everyone Sits In The Prison Of His Own Ideas; He Must Burst It Open, And That In His Youth, And So Try To Test His Ideas On Reality.

Politics Is A Pendulum Whose Swings Between Anarchy And Tyranny Are Fueled By Perennially Rejuvenated Illusions.