“What Do You Care What Other People Think?”

It doesn’t matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If it doesn’t agree with experiment, it’s wrong.

Science is like sex: sometimes something useful comes out, but that is not the reason we are doing it.

I’d hate to die twice. It’s so boring.

I a universe of atoms, an atom in the universe.

Nature has a great simplicity and therefore a great beauty

I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is, as far as I can tell. Possibly. It doesn’t frighten me.

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

To every man is given the key to the gates of heaven. The same key opens the gates of hell.

Philosophers say a great deal about what is absolutely necessary for science, and it is always, so far as one can see, rather naive, and probably wrong.

Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.

Why nature is mathematical is, again, a mystery.

I think nature’s imagination Is so much greater than man’s, she’s never going to let us relax

I don’t know what’s the matter with people: they don’t learn by understanding; they learn by some other way—by rote, or something. Their knowledge is so fragile!

We are lucky to live in an age in which we are still making discoveries.

Everything is interesting if you go into it deeply enough

I don’t know what’s the matter with people: they don’t learn by understanding, they learn by some other way — by rote or something. Their knowledge is so fragile.

If I wasn’t winning you wouldn’t care.

It’s hard to care when no one loves you.

Women have a natural tendency to want to nurture and take care of men.

No one will take better care of your dream than you.

I was not, I was, I am not, I care not.

I don’t really care about how good a song is, I only want them to reflect what I felt when I was writing them.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

You don’t have to have much to show how much you care.