The whole history of science has been the gradual realization that events do not happen in an arbitrary manner, but that they reflect a certain underlying order, which may or may not be divinely inspired.

Astronomers work always with the past; because light takes time to move from one place to another, they see things as they were, not as they are.

Science is nothing but trained and organized common sense.

The great tragedy of Science-the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.

Science herself consults her heart when she lays it down that the infinite ascertainment of fact and correction of false belief are the supreme goods for man.

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.

The means by which we live have outdistanced the ends for which we live. Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

Nominally a great age of scientific inquiry, ours has actually become an age of superstition about the infallibility of science; of almost mystical faith in its nonmystical methods; above all ... of external verities; of traffic-cop morality and rabbit-test truth.

Science has always promised two things not necessarily related-an increase first in our powers, second in our happiness or wisdom, and we have come to realize that is the first and less important of the two promises which it has kept most abundantly.

Though many have tried, no one has ever yet explained away the decisive fact that science, which can do so much, cannot decide what it ought to do.