The most important questions of life are indeed, for the most part, really only problems of probability.

All the effects of Nature are only the mathematical consequences of a small number of immutable laws.

Probability theory is nothing but common sense reduced to calculation.

To Napoleon on why his works on celestial mechanics make no mention of God: Your Highness, I have no need of this hypothesis.

Truth and justice are the immutable laws of social order.

What we know is not much. What we do not know is immense.

His last words, according to De Morgan: Man follows only phantoms.

Nature laughs at the difficulties of integration.

What we know is not much. What we don't know is enormous.

The weight of evidence for an extraordinary claim must be proportioned to its strangeness.

Do you believe in god? I have no need for that hypothesis, he may be around though.

What's done is done. What's gone is gone. One of life's lessons is always moving on. It’s okay to look back to see how far you’ve come but keep moving forward.

The process of acceptance is to train your mind to focus on what you have.

...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's how you choose to react to them-that's where you have control over your life.

I love football, but I'm sick of the World Cup. I don't even care about England.

There is a grace of kind listening, as well as a grace of kind speaking.

One thing you should know about me is I never play to lose, Always aim high and rarely obey the rules.

Not every person is going to understand you and that's okay. They have a right to their opinion and you have every right to ignore it.

Why, sir, there is every probability that you will soon be able to tax it! Said to William Gladstone, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, when he asked about the practical worth of electricity.

If the Church were not true, our enemies would be bored rather than threatened, and acquiescent rather than anxious. Hell is moved only when things move heavenward.

I spent many years laughing at Harry Secombe's singing until somebody told me that it wasn't a joke.