If we are honest - and scientists have to be - we must admit that religion is a jumble of false assertions, with no basis in reality.

I consider that I understand an equation when I can predict the properties of its solutions, without actually solving it.

A theory with mathematical beauty is more likely to be correct than an ugly one that fits some experimental data.

God used beautiful mathematics in creating the world.

It seems that if one is working from the point of view of getting beauty in one's equations, and if one has really a sound insight, one is on a sure line of progress.

Living is worthwhile if one can contribute in some small way to this endless chain of progress.

If there is a God, he's a great mathematician.

It is more important to have beauty in one's equations than to have them fit experiment.

One could perhaps describe the situation by saying that God is a mathematician of a very high order, and He used very advanced mathematics in constructing the universe.

Scientific progress is measured in units of courage, not intelligence.

A physical law must possess mathematical beauty.

At the beginning of our relationship, my heart pounded so loudly whenever Istood near him. He had an effect on me that no aspiring vicar should have on a young woman.

The choreographic process is exhausting. It happens on one's feet after hours of work, and the energy required is roughly the equivalent of writing a novel and winning a tennis match simultaneously.

When souls really touch, it is forever. Then space and time disappear, and all that remains is the consciousness that we are not alone in life.

You can't go through life without your heart being bruised or broken. Otherwise, you're not truly, fully, a person.

I hadn't really even been thinking about TV. To me, it seemed like such a commitment, almost like a marriage.

We are taught to treat a practice sword with all the respect of a real weapon, so no thoughtless mistakes are made" "Oh... In Eddis, we learn to keep tack of the weapon we have in our hand.

From Ernest Hemingway's stories I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.

Of one thing there is no doubt: if Paris makes demands of the heart, then Munich makes demands of the stomach.

What has happened makes the world. Live on the edge, looking.

Brit: What's your major? Alex: Chemistry. And yours? Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between.