To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.

We have already considered with disfavour the possibility of the universe having been planned by a biologist or an engineer; from the intrinsic evidence of his creation, the Great Architect of the Universe now begins to appear as a pure mathematician.

Put three grains of sand inside a vast cathedral, and the cathedral will be more closely packed with sand than space is with stars.

All discussion of the ultimate nature of things must necessarily be barren unless we have some extraneous standards against which to compare them.

The human race, whose intelligence dates back only a single tick of the astronomical clock, could hardly hope to understand so soon what it all means.

To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.

The essential fact is that all the pictures which science now draws of nature, and which alone seem capable of according with observational facts, are mathematical pictures.