Reality is the cage of those who lack imagination.

It wasn't until I had performed by first autopsy that I realized that even the drabest human exteriors could contain the most beautiful viscera. After that, I would console myself for the plainness of my fellow bus-riders by dissecting them in my imagination.

It was a reaction from the old idea of "protoplasm", a name which was a mere repository of ignorance.

In fact, words are well adapted for description and the arousing of emotion, but for many kinds of precise thought other symbols are much better.

I have no doubt that in reality the future will be vastly more surprising than anything I can imagine. Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.

Money can buy a fine dog but it is kindness that makes him wag his tail.

Shelley and Keats were the last English poets who were at all up to date in their chemical knowledge.