We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky.

One Question That People Always Ask At Home Is Never Asked Here: "what Happened To Communism In Russia?" Everybody Yawns When A Visitor Brings It Up, Because The Answer Is So Obvious To Every Russian. The Answer Is That There Never Was Communism In Russia; There Were Only Communists.

It Is Impossible To Decide Whether A Particular Detail Of The Pythagorean Universe Was The Work Of The Master, Or Filled In By A Pupil A Remark Which Equally Applies To Leonardo Or Michelangelo . But There Can Be No Doubt That The Basic Features Were Conceived By A Single Mind; That Pythagoras Of Samos Was Both The Founder Of A New Religious Philosophy, And The Founder Of Science, As The Word Is Understood Today.

Adolescence Is A Kind Of Emotional Seasickness. Both Are Funny, But Only In Retrospect.