"What Do You Care What Other People Think?"

This book is written so wonderfully. You'd never expect such a brilliant mind to write in such an approachable manner. The last chapter on "The Value of Science" is my favourite in the book. Feynman lamented the fact that science really doesn't get it's day in the sun, at least when it comes to artistic endeavours.

This value of science remains unsung by singers; you are reduced to hearing not a song or poem, but an evening lecture about it. This is not yet a scientific age.

Feynman has a terrific existential poem in that last chapter as well and makes some important recommendations on what we as a species are obligated to do.

Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on. It is our responsibility to leave the people of the future a free hand.