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.

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.

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.

It was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls.

Neither compares nor competes. Be creative.

For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. -John, Apostle (and brother?) of Jesus, The Bible (RSV, non-Catholic), 3:16

Do not judge. You don't know what storm i've asked her to walk through

Sometimes a change of perspective is all it takes to see the light.

Nothing is more dangerous than a poor doctor: not even a poor employer or a poor landlord.

England and Greece are friends. English blood was shed on Greek soil in the war against fascism, and Greeks gave their lives to protect English pilots.

I would rather put out two year-defining songs a year than flood the market with eight or nine songs.

So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.

Charlie Patton, who was born in 1891, recorded some of the very first blues. In 'Pony Blues' and 'Peavine Blues,' he manages to pile dense layers of rhythms one upon the other.