Why is there something rather than nothing?

If you don't make mistakes, you're not working on hard enough problems. And that's a big mistake.

In physics, you don't have to go around making trouble for yourself - nature does it for you.

An ordinary mistake is one that leads to a dead end, while a profound mistake is one that leads to progress. Anyone can make an ordinary mistake, but it takes a genius to make a profound mistake.

The brain rewards us for interacting with beautiful things. In this way, evolution wants to encourage us to do what is good for us.

I believe that everything you've said is not even wrong.

I'm convinced that art and science activate the same parts of the brain.

The answer to the ancient question Why is there something rather than nothing would be that nothingis unstable.

I went off to college planning to major in math or philosophy-- of course, both those ideas are really the same idea.

If you don’t make mistakes, you’re not working on hard enough problems

The answer to the ancient question 'Why is there something rather than nothing?' would then be that ‘nothing’ is unstable.

Falling in love is stupid, and whatsmore a waste of time. It's a thing for love-obsessed psycho's and dreamers. And that's exactly why people fall in it. And I don't blame them.

I can't believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It's like I've been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.

Italians come to ruin most generally in three ways, women, gambling, and farming. My family chose the slowest one.

No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.

Java isn't platform independent; it is a platform

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

Eternal superiority of the Dandy. What is the Dandy?

Add one little bit on the end... Think of 'potato,' how's it spelled? You're right phonetically, but what else...? There ya go...alright!

I have control of my own style.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.