Nikola Tesla

I am credited with being one of the hardest workers and perhaps I am, if thought is the equivalent of labor, for I have devoted to it almost all of my waking hours.

It is not the love that you make. It is the love that you give.

What one man calls God, another calls the laws of physics.

We are whirling through space at an inconceivable speed, all around us everything is spinning, everything is moving, everywhere is energy. There must be some way of harnessing this energy directly.

Ere many generations pass, our machinery will be driven by power obtainable at any point of the universe.

The history of science shows that theories are perishable. Every truth discovered is a step toward the discovery of a still greater truth.

The year 2000 will see the dawn of a new era in which the human race will be freed from the fetters of material needs.

Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters into the machine or comes out of it but what is in it already.

The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything.

The idea of a universal power system, which would make possible the transmission of energy without wires, is not a dream, but a reality.

The greatest discoveries have been made by men whose minds were not fettered by tradition.

The future will show whether my predictions are correct.

The world, I think, will wait a long time for my next invention.

I do not think you can find many men who have been so fortunate as I have been in having a mother who was so gifted and so inspiring.

I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. I loved that pigeon as a man loves a woman, and she loved me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life.

I do not think there can be any more exciting emotion than that of the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding into success... Such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.

I am unwilling to accord to the world the honor of having had a share in the making of my inventions.

The wireless transmission of power is the greatest achievement of all time.

I could only hear the ticking of a watch in the next room, the faint sounds of the piano, and the distant rumble of a train.

The human being is a self-propelled automaton, made of protoplasm, and actuated by the forces of nature.