Quotes About Cosmos

The idea of God grew side by side with the idea of materialism.

Fifty-five crystal spheres geared to God's crankshaft is my idea of a satisfying universe. I can't think of anything more trivial than quarks, quasars, big bangs and black holes.

…all things created have an order in themselves, and this begets the form that lets the universe resemble God.

When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began

Maybe there isn't a God after all, maybe there's only a universe rotating by itself like a millstone.

The more I know of astronomy, the more I believe in God.

Mathematics transfigures the fortuitous concourse of atoms into the tracery of the finger of God.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

Space is the stature of God.

God is not identified with the world, for he made it; but God is not separate from His world, either. For He made it.

We will never fully explain the world by appealing to something outside it that must simply be accepted on faith, be it an unexplained God or an unexplained set of mathematical laws.

God may rationally be supposed to have framed so great and admirable an automaton as the world for special ends and purposes.

It would be very difficult to explain why the universe should have begun in just this way, except as the act of a God who intended to create beings like us.

Things could not have been brought into being by God in any manner or in any order different from that which has in fact obtained.

Your god is too small for my universe.

But without effort [God] sets in motion all things by mind and thought.

When we talk about GOD, we're like a school of fish, discussing the possible existence of the sea.

God is the explanation of all things.

Why assume so glibly that the God who presumably created the universe is still running it? It is certainly conceivable that He may have finished it and then turned it over to lesser gods to operate.

God to me is the universe unfolding.

I live on the other side of Copernicus and Galileo; I can no longer conceive of God as sort of above the sky, looking down and keeping record books.

By setting up a universe which tends to hold everything we do, see, and say in the sway of its cosmos, an archetype is best comparable with a God

The question is not is there a God, but is there anything else except God?

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?