One un-vents something; one unearths it; one digs it up; one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground.
It does not matter whether you win or lose, what matters is whether I win or lose!
The effort to understand the universe is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce, and gives it some of the grace of tragedy.
Most scientists I know don't care enough about religion even to call themselves atheists.
The more we refine our understanding of God to make the concept plausible, the more it seems pointless.
This is often the way it is in physics - our mistake is not that we take our theories too seriously, but that we do not take them seriously enough. It is always hard to realize that these numbers and equations we play with at our desks have something to do with the real world. Even worse, there often seems to be a general agreement that certain phenomena are just not fit subjects for respectable theoretical and experimental effort.
It is positively spooky how the physicist finds the mathematician has been there before him or her.
Peace demands the most heroic labor and the most difficult sacrifice.
Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything unseemly.
Extremes are vicious, and proceed from men; compensation is just, and proceeds from God.
Every experience that we have is unique to us because at some deep level we make an interpretation of it.