Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
No action is ever an isolated event. Always, it invites from the universe a reaction that corresponds exactly to the type and the force of energy behind the deed.
It is not hard to compose, but what is fabulously hard is to leave the superfluous notes under the table.
If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.
Finally we shall place the Sun himself at the center of the Universe. All this is suggested by the systematic procession of events and the harmony of the whole Universe, if only we face the facts, as they say, 'with both eyes open'.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Even sleepers are workers and collaborators in what goes on in the Universe.
The universe is one of God's thoughts.
I believe there's no proverb but what is true; they are all so many sentences and maxims drawn from experience, the universal mother of sciences.
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.
I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
My real education began when I entered the University of Chicago in September 1951 as a graduate student.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
Our world is a universe within which the sacred has already manifested itself.
Tones sound, and roar and storm about me until I have set them down in notes.
For since the fabric of the universe is most perfect and the work of a most wise Creator, nothing at all takes place in the universe in which some rule of maximum or minimum does not appear.
I know that the twelve notes in each octave and the variety of rhythm offer me opportunities that all of human genius will never exhaust.
Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe.
Master of the universe but not of myself, I am the only rebel against my absolute power.
Our tragedy is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it... the basest of all things is to be afraid.
There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd universe.