Scripture Is A Book About Going To

Wine Is Sunlight, Held Together By Water.

One Can Understand Nature Only When One Has Learned The Language And The Signs In Which It Speaks To Us; But This Language Is Mathematics And These Signs Are Methematical Figures.

You May Force Me To Say What You Wish; You May Revile Me For Saying What I Do. But It Moves.

My Dear Kepler, What Would You Say Of The Learned Here, Who, Replete With The Pertinacity Of The Asp, Have Steadfastly Refused To Cast A Glance Through The Telescope? What Shall We Make Of This? Shall We Laugh, Or Shall We Cry?

It Vexes Me When They Would Constrain Science By The Authority Of The Scriptures, And Yet Do Not Consider Themselves Bound To Answer Reason And Experiment.