Well, he wrote it, not said it. A few decades ago, I would go with my father to visit his old friend. We brought her groceries, and ran errands for her every weekend. Before she died, she gave my father a few personal letters. They were her sisters, from her secret boyfriend. I like to read these letters, and go over his way with words, and try to visualize that moment in time.
So, every now and then, I put up a little bit of what he said. I can't decipher this as well as others, so take a crack at it.
But, I wanted to mention that I went to see "The Monument Men" last night. I enjoyed it. The critics are missing the big picture, and are giving this movie a luke warm reception, and completely missing the story, and the history. It's hard not to hear some of the words from these letters as I watched this movie, so, I went back to read these old letters, and remembered how he liked to throw darts in every letter, towards Germany.
The how, who, why, I have these letters aren't important. It's the what's inside that counts, so here's a bit from one dated March 26, 1935 Princeton.
He is apologizing to his female friend for not writing sooner.
"The reason for this is not only eternal social obligations, but the eternal musing over various problems. This prevents me from engaging in comfortable conversation and also leaves me perpetually tense and disquited. Because of this, most endeavors seem to be in vain, and the most beautiful ideas wander off to the cemetery of hopeless projects and efforts. And yet, is it good to be obsessed? Otherwise how can one survive this best of all worlds? The German scoundrels puff themselves up more and more and proud England offers to court them. What will come of all of this ?"
This was translated from German, so some of this could be off a little.
So there ya go. A little bit of Einstein with your coffee.