When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a
minute. But let him read more

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a
minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute-and it's
longer than any hour. That's relativity.

The vanity of the sciences. Physical science will not console me for the ignorance of morality in the time of read more

The vanity of the sciences. Physical science will not console me for the ignorance of morality in the time of affliction. But the science of ethics will always console me for the ignorance of the physical sciences.

Physics does not change the nature of the world it studies, and no science of behavior can change the essential read more

Physics does not change the nature of the world it studies, and no science of behavior can change the essential nature of man, even though both sciences yield technologies with a vast power to manipulate the subject matters.

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an
hour. Sit with a read more

Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an
hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a
minute. That's relativity.

When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, you think it's only
a minute. But when you read more

When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, you think it's only
a minute. But when you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you
think it's two hours. That's relativity.

Physics isn't a religion. If it were, we'd have a much easier time raising money.

Physics isn't a religion. If it were, we'd have a much easier time raising money.

I am acutely aware of the fact that the marriage between
mathematics and physics, which was so enormously fruitful read more

I am acutely aware of the fact that the marriage between
mathematics and physics, which was so enormously fruitful in past
centuries, has recently ended in divorce.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

I don't believe in mathematics.

I don't believe in mathematics.