An indispensable hypothesis, even though still far from being a guarantee of success, is however the pursuit of a specific aim, whose lighted beacon, even by initial failures, is not betrayed.

Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of the mystery that we are trying to solve.

Anybody who has been seriously engaged in scientific work of any kind realizes that over the entrance to the gates of the temple of science are written the words: 'Ye must have faith.'

A scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.

All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.

There can never be any real opposition between religion and science; for the one is the complement of the other.

I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as a derivative of consciousness.

Every advance in knowledge brings us face to face with the mystery of our own being.

In all my research I have never come across matter. To me the term matter implies a bundle of energy which is given form by an intelligent spirit.

Thus, the photons which constitute a ray of light behave like intelligent human beings: out of all possible curves they always select the one which will take them most quickly to their goal.

The scientist needs an artistically creative imagination.

I remember three years ago looking into the entrance pool of Julia’s stately domus and finding I was beautiful.

Mankind's suffering belongs to all men.

Predigested food' should be inscribed over every hall of learning as a warning to all who do not wish to lose their own personalities and their original sense of judgment.

Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

I am a theist. I live life between that "a" and the "t." It's a vast little space.

Unless you know what it is I ain't never going to be able to explain it to you.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

The thermometer of a church is its prayer meeting.