You cannot disturb the tiniest petal of a flower without the troubling of a distant star.

We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.

An electron is no more (and no less) hypothetical than a star. Nowadays we count electrons one by one in a Geiger counter, as we count the stars one by one on a photographic plate.

The word reality frightens me.

We have found that where science has progressed the farthest, the mind has but regained from nature that which the mind put into nature.

The understanding between a non-technical writer and his reader is that he shall talk more or less like a human being and not like an Act of Parliament. I take it that the aim of such books must be to convey exact thought in inexact language... he can never succeed without the co-operation of the reader.

The idea of a universal mind or Logos would be, I think, a fairly plausible inference from the present state of scientific theory.