Where The Senses Fail Us, Reason Must

Surely, God Could Have Caused Birds To Fly With Their Bones Made Of Solid Gold, With Their Veins Full Of Quicksilver, With Their Flesh Heavier Than Lead, And With Their Wings Exceedingly Small. He Did Not, And That Ought To Show Something. It Is Only In Order To Shield Your Ignorance That You Put The Lord At Every Turn To The Refuge Of A Miracle.

If There Were As Great A Scarcity Of Soil As Of Jewels Or Precious Metals, There Would Not Be A Prince Who Would Not Spend A Bushel Of Diamonds And Rubies And A Cartload Of Gold Just To Have Enough Earth To Plant A Jasmine In A Little Pot, Or To Sow An Orange Seed And Watch It Sprout, Grow, And Produce Its Handsome Leaves, Its Fragrant Flowers, And Fine Fruit.

[copernicus] Did Not Ignore The Bible, But He Knew Very Well That If His Doctrine Were Proved, Then It Could Not Contradict The Scriptures When They Were Rightly Understood.

If Experiments Are Performed Thousands Of Times At All Seasons And In Every Place Without Once Producing The Effects Mentioned By Your Philosophers, Poets, And Historians, This Will Mean Nothing And We Must Believe Their Words Rather Than Our Own Eyes?

Oh, My Dear Kepler, How I Wish That We Could Have One Hearty Laugh Together. Here, At Padua, Is The Principal Professor Of Philosophy, Whom I Have Repeatedly And Urgently Requested To Look At The Moon And Planets Through My Glass, [telescope] Which He Pertinaciously Refuses To Do. Why Are You Not Here? What Shouts Of Laughter We Should Have At This Glorious Folly! And To Hear The Professor Of Philosophy At Pisa Laboring Before The Grand Duke With Logical Arguments, As If With Magical Incantations, To Charm The New Planets Out Of The Sky.