The existing scientific concepts cover always only a very limited part of reality, and the other part that has not yet been understood is infinite.

When I meet God, I am going to ask him two questions: Why relativity ? And why turbulence ? I really believe he will have an answer for the first.

What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.

Only a few know, how much one must know to know how little one knows.

Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.

After the conversations about Indian philosophy, some of the ideas of Quantum Physics that had seemed so crazy suddenly made much more sense.

[T]he atoms or elementary particles themselves are not real; they form a world of potentialities or possibilities rather than one of things or facts.

"Uncertainty" is NOT "I don't know." It is "I can't know." "I am uncertain" does not mean "I could be certain."

The more closely you look at one thing, the less closely can you see something else.

Looking at something changes it.

The reality we can put into words is never reality itself.

Falsehoods, rob the good in the hood, of the good wood. The good wood, that the good in the hood are descended from, is their birthright.

You may not want to hear that or think of it as writing, but I’m telling you that the moving of information is a literary act in and of itself. Even when people aren’t reading it.

Part of the joy of looking at art is getting in sync in some ways with the decision-making process that the artist used and the record that's embedded in the work.

People who were close to me - family and friends - they knew about my sexuality.

To hope and trust in the Lord requires faith, patience, humility, meekness, long-suffering, keeping the commandments and enduring to the end.

How can you defame mud when such a beautiful flower grows from it?

The problem is, your ego sometimes tells you that you can do many things. But sometimes it's best to stay focused and be honest with yourself.

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.