The modern man, finding that Humanism and Sex both fail to satisfy, seeks his happiness in Science ... But Science fails too, for it is something more than a knowledge of matter the soul craves.

If God exists He must be manifest somehow in matter, and His ways are what science is discovering.

The quick harvest of applied science is the usable process, the medicine, the machine. The shy fruit of pure science is Understanding.

Every judgment in science stands on the edge of error, and is personal.

One aim of the physical sciences has been to give an exact picture of the material world. One achievement of physics in the twentieth century has been to prove that that aim is unattainable.

Science is the attempt to make the chaotic diversity of our sense-experience correspond to a logically uniform system of thought.

The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking.

Tis a short sight to limit our faith in laws to those of gravity, of chemistry, of botany, and so forth.

In place of science, the Eskimo has only magic to bridge the gap between what he can understand and what is not known. Without magic, his life would be one long panic.

As soon as any one belongs to a narrow creed in science, every unprejudiced and true perception is gone.