While we can prove that almost all numbers in the continuum are random, we cannot prove that any specific number is indeed random.

I like to browse in occult bookshops if for no other reason than to refresh my commitment to science.

What is the universe? Is it a great 3D movie in which we are the unwilling actors? Is it a cosmic joke, a giant computer, a work of art by a Supreme Being or simply an experiment? The problem in trying to understand the universe is that we have nothing to compare it to.

We surely stand at the threshold of a great adventure of the human spiritó a new synthesis of knowledge, a potential integration of art and science, a deeper grasp of human psychology, a deepening of the symbolic representations of our existence and feelings as given in religion and culture, the formation of an international order based on cooperation and nonviolent competition. It seems not too much to hope for these things.

Stars are like animals in the wild. We may see the very young but never their actual birth, which is a veiled and secret event.

Our capacity for fulfillment can come only through faith and feelings. But our capacity for survival must come from reason and knowledge.

There was emptiness more profound than the void between the stars, for which there was no here and there and before and after, and yet out of that void the entire plenum of existence sprang forth.