He thought about science, about faith, about man. he thought about how every culture, in every country, in every time, had always shared one thing. We all had the Creator. We used different names, different faces, and different prayers, but God was the universal constant for man. God was the symbol we all shared...the symbol of all the mysteries of life that we could not understand. The ancients had praised God as a symbol of our limitless human potential, but that ancient symbol had been lost over time. Until now.

Anyone who said power was not addictive had never really experienced it.

Sometimes all it takes is a tiny shift of perspective to see something familiar in a totally new light.

She was deeply passionate about the sacred feminine.

Mr. Langdon, I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believed in God. There is a difference. Holy scripture is stories...legends and history of man's quest to understand his own need for meaning. I am not asking you to pass judgment on literature. I am asking if you believe in God. When you lie out under the stars, do you sense the divine? Do you feel in your gut that you are staring up at the work of God's hands?

Force a hand, the voice warned, and it will fight you. But convince a mind to think as you want it to think, and you have an ally.

Man is simply playing by nature's rules,and art is man's attempt to imitate the beauty of the Creator's hand