God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

But then science is nothing but a series of questions that lead to more questions.

Them as can do has to do for them as can't. And someone has to speak up for them as has no voices.

One day I'll work out what it is you are saying, my lad, and then you'll be in trouble.

No one knew where you were before you were born, but when you were born, it wasn't long before you found you'd arrived with your return ticket already punched.

It’s quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it.

The sun is simple. A sword is simple. A storm is simple. Behind everything simple is a huge tail of complicated.