We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

Mathematics are well and good but nature keeps dragging us around by the nose.

Fortunate Newton, happy childhood of science. Nature to him was an open book. He stands before us strong, certain, and alone.

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.

What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility. This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism

Stand still. The trees ahead and bush beside you are not lost.