By Academic Freedom I Understand The Right

War Seems To Me To Be A Mean, Contemptible Thing: I Would Rather Be Hacked In Pieces Than Take Part In Such An Abominable Business. And Yet So High, In Spite Of Everything, Is My Opinion Of The Human Race That I Believe This Bogey Would Have Disappeared Long Ago, Had The Sound Sense Of The Nations Not Been Systematically Corrupted By Commercial And Political Interests Acting Through The Schools And The Press

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.

A Model Should Be As Simple As It Can Be But No Simpler

As For The Search For Truth, I Know From My Own Painful Searching, With Its Many Blind Alleys, How Hard It Is To Take A Reliable Step, Be It Ever So Small, Towards The Understanding Of That Which Is Truly Significant.

I Cannot Conceive Of A Personal God Who Would Directly Influence The Actions Of Individuals, Or Would Directly Sit In Judgment On Creatures Of His Own Creation.