It was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls.

Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of the mystery that we are trying to solve.

Anybody who has been seriously engaged in scientific work of any kind realizes that over the entrance to the gates of the temple of science are written the words: 'Ye must have faith.'

A scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.

All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force... We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.

There can never be any real opposition between religion and science; for the one is the complement of the other.

I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as a derivative of consciousness.

Every advance in knowledge brings us face to face with the mystery of our own being.

In all my research I have never come across matter. To me the term matter implies a bundle of energy which is given form by an intelligent spirit.

Thus, the photons which constitute a ray of light behave like intelligent human beings: out of all possible curves they always select the one which will take them most quickly to their goal.

The scientist needs an artistically creative imagination.

Idiosyncrasy and vicissitude had combined to stamp Sergeant Troy as an exceptional being.

The more modest its intellectual ballast, the more exclusively it takes into consideration the emotions of the masses, the more effective [propaganda] will be.

Immigrants in Norway must learn Norwegian. The same should Spaniards in Spain do, if they want to work with Norwegians.

I honestly can't characterize my style in words. It seems that whatever comes to me naturally, I play

I wouldn't give my troubles to a monkey on a rock.

The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.

Theatre is fake... The knife is not real, the blood is not real, and the emotions are not real. Performance is just the opposite: the knife is real, the blood is real, and the emotions are real.

Advertising is the tax you pay for being unremarkable.

I think I am less of a prankster and more of a jokester.

How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know if you rip the fronts off houses you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?