No Language Which Lends Itself

It Is Odd To Think That There Is A Word For Something Which, Strictly Speaking, Does Not Exist, Namely, "rest." We Distinguish Between Living And Dead Matter; Between Moving Bodies And Bodies At Rest. This Is A Primitive Point Of View. What Seems Dead, A Stone Or The Proverbial "door-nail," Say, Is Actually Forever In Motion. We Have Merely Become Accustomed To Judge By Outward Appearances; By The Deceptive Impressions We Get Through Our Senses.

We Have Sought For Firm Ground And Found None. The Deeper We Penetrate, The More Restless Becomes The Universe; All Is Rushing About And Vibrating In A Wild Dance.

Those Who Say That The Study Of Science Makes A Man An Atheist, Must Be Rather Silly People.

It Is Natural That A Man Should Consider The Work Of His Hands Or His Brain To Be Useful And Important. Therefore Nobody Will Object To An Ardent Experimentalist Boasting Of His Measurements And Rather Looking Down On The 'paper And Ink' Physics Of His Theoretical Friend, Who On His Part Is Proud Of His Lofty Ideas And Despises The Dirty Fingers Of The Other. Experiment And Theory In Physics

I Believe There Is No Philosophical High-road In Science, With Epistemological Signposts. No, We Are In A Jungle And Find Our Way By Trial And Error, Building Our Road Behind Us As We Proceed.