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| With the affairs of active human beings it is different. Here knowledge of truth alone does not suffice; on the contrary this knowledge must continually be renewed by ceaseless effort, if it is not to be lost. It resembles a statue of marble which st | | Uncategorized | |
| Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people . | | Uncategorized | |
| Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed. | | Marriage; Men and Women | |
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| Yes, we have to divide up our time like that, between our politics and our equations. But to me our equations are far more important, for politics are only a matter of present concern. A mathematical equation stands forever. | | Mathematics; Politics | |
| You ask me if I keep a notebook to record my great ideas. I've only ever had one. | | Uncategorized | |
| You can never solve a problem on the level on which it was created. | | Uncategorized | |
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| You can't solve a problem on the same level you created it. | | Uncategorized | |
| You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war. | | War | |
| You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must learn to see the world anew. | | Uncategorized | |
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| You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The onl | | Uncategorized | |
| Your imagination is your preview of life's coming attractions. | | Uncategorized | |
| [My] deep religiosity... found an abrupt ending at the age of twelve, through the reading of popular scientific books. | | Uncategorized | |
| [What guided Einstein was that, in his mid-twenties, he found the unknown intriguing. He felt compelled to comprehend what might have been intended for our universe by The Old One (as he referred to his notion of God).] We are in the position, ... of a little child entering a huge library, whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different languages. The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend but only dimly suspects. | | Uncategorized | |
