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

The stream of knowledge is heading towards a non-mechanical reality; the universe begins to look more like a great thought than like a machine. Mind no longer appears to be an accidental intruder into the realm of matter...we ought rather hail it as the creator and governor of the realm of matter.

Science should leave off making pronouncements: the river of knowledge has too often turned back on itself.

The plain fact is that there are no conclusions. If we must state a conclusion, it would be that many of the former conclusions of the nineteenth-century science on philosophical questions are once again in the melting-pot.

To travel hopefully is better than to arrive.

Humanity is at the very beginning of its existence-a new-born babe, with all the unexplored potentialities of babyhood; and until the last few moments its interest has been centred, absolutely and exclusively, on its cradle and feeding bottle.

Life exists in the universe only because the carbon atom possesses certain exceptional properties.