It is a primitive form of thought that things exist or do not exist.

There once was a brainy baboon, Who always breathed down a bassoon, For he said, It appears That in billions of years I shall certainly hit on a tune.

If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters, they might write all the books in the British Museum.

The idea of a universal mind or Logos would be, I think, a fairly plausible inference from the present state of scientific theory.

Whatever else there may be in our nature, responsibility toward truth is one of its attributes.

The pursuit of truth in science transcends national boundaries. It takes us beyond hatred and anger and fear. It is the best of us.

You cannot disturb the tiniest petal of a flower without the troubling of a distant star.

It is impossible to trap modern physics into predicting anything with perfect determinism because it deals with probabilities from the outset.

We used to think that if we knew one, we knew two, because one and one are two. We are finding that we must learn a great deal more about 'and'.

Do not put too much confidence in experimental results until they have been confirmed by theory.

I ask you to look both ways. For the road to a knowledge of the stars leads through the atom; and important knowledge of the atom has been reached through the stars.

If I can’t sing, then let me listen to the songs of the wilderness and let me watch the dance of a lonely leaf.

May the life I live speak for me, not my religion or denomination title.

You become great when you are eager to find and nourish greatness in the hearts of others.

Allow the power to flow through you. Don’t try to capture it. You wish only to borrow it.

Writing lets you step back and think through a problem. Even the angriest rant forces the writer to achieve a degree of thoughtfulness.

I have met the enemy, and it is the eyes of other people.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

The irony is, the advertising industry knows everyone hates what they produce. This is why they keep looking for new ways to force people to stay tuned.

I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.