Albert Einstein said...

[The Thinker]

In the view of such harmony in the cosmos which I, with my limited
human mind, am able to recognize, there are yet people who say there is
no God. But what makes me really angry is that they quote me for support
of such view.

We know nothing about [God and the world] at all. All our knowledge is but the knowledge of school children. Possible we shall know a little more than we do now. But the real nature of
things, that we shall never know, never.

I see a pattern, but my imagination cannot picture the maker of the pattern. I see a clock, but I cannot envision the clockmaker. The human mind is unable to
conceive of the four dimensions, so how can it conceive of a God before
whom a thousand years and a thousand dimensions are as one.

I'm not an atheist. I don't think I can call myself a pantheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. We are in the
position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in
many languages. The child knows someone must have written those books.
It does not know how. It does not understand the languages in which
they are written. The child dimly suspects a mysterious order in the
arrangement of the books but doesn't know what it is. That, it seems to
me, is the attitude of even the most intelligent human being toward
God. We see the universe marvelously arranged and obeying certain laws
but only dimly understand these laws.

What separates me from most so-called atheists is a feeling of utter humility toward the unattainable secrets of the harmony of the cosmos.

The fanatical atheists, are like slaves who are still feeling the weight of their chains which they have thrown off after hard struggle. They are
creatures who - - in their grudge against traditional religion as the
opium of the masses - cannot hear the music of the spheres.

I have firmly resolved to bite the dust, when my time comes, with the minimum of medical assistance and up to then I will sin to my wicked
heart's content.

To one bent on age, death will come as a release. I have come to regard death like an old debt, at long last to be discharged. Still, instinctively one does everything possible to
postpone the final settlement. Such is the game that nature plays with
us.