A Theory Is Something Nobody Believes, Except

If I Would Be A Young Man Again And Had To Decide How To Make My Living, I Would Not Try To Become A Scientist Or Scholar Or Teacher. I Would Rather Choose To Be A Plumber Or A Peddler In Hope To Find That Modest Degree Of Independence Still Available Under Present Circumstances.

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 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.

To Invent Something, All You Need Is Imagination And A Big Pile Of Junk.

It Would Be Foolish To Despise Tradition. But With Our Growing Self-consciousness And Increasing Intelligence We Must Begin To Control Tradition And Assume A Critical Attitude Toward It, If Human Relations Are Ever To Change For The Better.

The Individual Feels The Vanity Of Human Desires And Aims, And The Nobility And Marvelous Order Which Are Revealed In Nature And In The World Of Thought. He Feels The Individual Destiny As An Imprisonment And Seeks To Experience The Totality Of Existence As A Unity Full Of Significance.