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

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.

Physicists like to think that all you have to do is say, these are the conditions, now what happens next?

I love to think. I once considered taking drugs as an attempt to better understand an altered state of mind; however, I decided not to. I didn’t want to chance ruining the machine.

Religion is a culture of faith; science is a culture of doubt.

I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.

Physics is like sex: sure, it may give some practical results, but that’s not why we do it.

You have to have absolute confidence. Keep right on going, and nothing will happen.

Never confuse education with intelligence, you can have a PhD and still be an idiot.

I have to keep going to find out ultimately what is the matter with it in the end.

I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong.

You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be. It’s their mistake, not my failing.

My father was a film-maker. He always said he wanted to go like Humphrey Jennings, the legendary director who stepped backwards over a cliff while framing a better shot.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

Did I play my role well? If so, then applause, because the comedy is finished!

Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

living for a high purpose is as honorable as dying for it.

My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight

Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form…without light I am not only invisible but formless as well; and to be unaware of one’s form is to live a death…the truth is the light and light is the truth.

…women who ‘adjust’ as housewives, who grow up wanting to be ‘just a housewife,’ are in as much danger as the millions who walked to their own death in the concentration camps…they ate suffering a slow death of mind and spirit.