Man is always marveling at what he has blown apart, never at what the universe has put together, and this is his limitation.

It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

God knows how many things a man misses by becoming smug and assuming that matters will take their own course.

Subconsciously the genius is feared as an image breaker; frequently he does not accept the opinions of the mass, or man's opinion of himself.

One (practitioner of science) is the educated man who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery, whether it hides in a snail's eye or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

Each man deciphers from the ancient alphabets of nature only those secrets that his own deeps possess the power to endow with meaning.