In some sort of crude sense, which no vulgarity, no humor, no overstatement can quite extinguish, the physicists have known sin; and this is a knowledge which they cannot lose.
Fourier is a mathematical poem.
Overwhelmingly strong proofs of intelligent and benevolent design lie around us. . . the atheistic idea is so nonsensical that I cannot put it into words.
The fact that mathematics does such a good job of describing the Universe is a mystery that we don't understand. And a debt that we will probably never be able to repay.
If we can't express what we know in the form of numbers, we really don't know much about it.
Vortices of pure energy can exist and, if my theories are right, can compose the bodily form of an intelligent species.
It is conceivable that animal life might have the attribute of using the heat of surrounding matter, at its natural temperature, as a source of energy for mechanical effect. . . . The influence of animal or vegetable life on matter is infinitely beyond the range of any scientific enquiry hitherto entered on. Its power of directing the motions of moving particles, in the demonstrated daily miracle of our human free-will, and in the growth of generation after generation of plants from a single seed, are infinitely different from any possible result of the fortuitous concurrence of atoms.
I don't need to have three feather pillows in my trailer. I just don't work that way.
Genius declares itself to be a kind of higher masculinity.
Your significance is not in your similarity to another - it is in your point of difference.
The Goddess is the Encircler, the Ground of Being; the God is That-Which-Is-Brought-Forth, her mirror image, her other pole. She is the earth; He is the grain. She is the all encompassing sky; He is the sun, her fireball. She is the Wheel; He is the traveler. He is the sacrifice of life to death that life may go on. She is the Mother and Destroyer; He is all that is born and is destroyed.