Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense.

I Consider My Greatest Accomplishment To Be Lifelong Celibacy.

What Is There In Places Empty Of Matter? And Whence Is It That The Sun And Planets Gravitate Toward One Another Without Dense Matter Between Them? Whence Is It That Nature Doth Nothing In Vain? And Whence Arises All That Order And Beauty Which We See In The World? To What End Are Comets? And Whence Is It That Planets Move All One And The Same Way In Orbs Concentrick, While Comets Move All Manner Of Ways In Orbs Very Excentrick? And What Hinders The Fixed Stars From Falling Upon One Another?

Atheism Is So Senseless. When I Look At The Solar System, I See The Earth At The Right Distance From The Sun To Receive The Proper Amounts Of Heat And Light. This Did Not Happen By Chance.

Blind Metaphysical Necessity, Which Is Certainly The Same Always And Every Where, Could Produce No Variety Of Things. All That Diversity Of Natural Things Which We Find Suited To Different Times And Places Could Arise From Nothing But The Ideas And Will Of A Being, Necessarily Existing.

By Such Deductions The Law Of Gravitation Is Rendered Probable, That Every Particle Attracts Every Other Particle With A Force Which Varies Inversely As The Square Of The Distance. The Law Thus Suggested Is Assumed To Be Universally True.