Quotes About Mystery

Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He'd rather not sign His own name.

That God normally operates the universe consistently makes science possible; that he does not always do so ought to keep science humble.

Anything crime related and anything excessively bloody and violent, my brain immediately goes to the science. I think about, "How did you do this? How can we catch you?"

Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Life is and will ever remain an equation incapable of solution, but it contains certain known factors.

It doesn't matter how smart you are, Enigma is always smarter.

Look at those animals and remember the greatest scientists in the world have never discovered how to make grass into milk.

Modern science cannot explain why the laws of physics are exactly balanced for animal life to exist.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

Science, you don't know, looks like magic.

Science is the topography of ignorance.

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.

I never could make out what those damned dots meant.

What cannot be known is more revealing than what can.

There is no such things as magic, though there is such a thing as knowledge of the hidden ways of Nature.

He had seen too much of the cosmos to have any great faith in man's ability to understand it.

The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder.

No one infers a god from the simple, from the known, from what is understood, but from the complex, from the unknown, and incomprehensible. Our ignorance is God; what we know is science.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

The pursuit of science leads only to the insoluble.

All science, even the divine science, is a sublime detective story. Only it is not set to detect why a man is dead; but the darker secret of why he is alive.

Science cannot avert a single thunderbolt.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.