For An Idea Which, At First, Does

The Words Of Language, As They Are Written Or Spoken, Do Not Seem To Play Any Role In My Mechanism Of Thought. The Physical Entities Which Seem To Serve As Elements In Thought Are Certain Signs And More Or Less Clear Images.

Everyone Likes Me, Yet Nobody Understands Me.

People Like Us, Who Believe In Physics, Know That The Distinction Between Past, Present, And Future Is Only A Stubbornly Persistent Illusion.

The Only Real Valuable Thing Is Intuition. The Intellect Has Little To Do On The Road To Discovery

I Have No Extraordinary Ability. I'm Simply An Inquisitive Individual.