To The Master's Honor All

The Normal Objective Of My Thought Affords No Insight Into The Dark Places Of Human Will And Feeling.

The Fanatical Atheists Are Like Slaves Who Are Still Feeling The Weight Of Their Chains Which They Have Thrown Off After Hard Struggle. They Are Creatures Who—in Their Grudge Against Traditional Religion As The "opium Of The Masses"—cannot Hear The Music Of The Spheres.

In Order To Be An Immaculate Member Of A Flock Of Sheep, One Must Above All Be A Sheep Oneself.

When I'm Judging A Theory, I Ask Myself Whether, If I Were God, I Would Have Arranged The World In Such A Way.

To Raise New Questions, New Possibilities, To Regard Old Problems From A New Angle, Requires Creative Imagination And Marks Real Advance In Science.