As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
I am careful not to confuse excellence with perfection. Excellence, I can reach for; perfection is God's business.
Sometimes the cure for restlessness is rest.
Facts are the enemy of truth.
I was in total darkness now and I strained my ears to hear what was going on with my friends.