“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.”

No burden is so heavy for a man to bear as a succession of happy days.

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.

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.

We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up until now, that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future.

It is impossible to make a clear cut between science, religion, and art. The whole is never equal simply to the sum of its various parts.

The quantum hypothesis will eventually find its exact expression in certain equations which will be a more exact formulation of the law of causality.

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

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

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.

There is no matter as such—mind is the matrix of all matter.

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

The pioneer scientist must have “a vivid intuitive imagination, for new ideas are not generated by deduction, but by artistically creative imagination.”

Science advances funeral by funeral.

An experiment is a question which science poses to Nature and a measurement is the recording of Nature’s answer.

The entire world we apprehend through our senses is no more than a tiny fragment in the vastness of Nature.

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

The hardest part of living is experiencing death without dying.

I don’t know if rock is dying. I wouldn’t want to say that, but the world does change. Nothing stays the same.

If, one day, I should offend God in any way, or grow remiss, though ever so little, in that which concerns His holy service and glory, I solemnly implore Him, rather let me die.

You know, you don’t need to grow old to die. I was dying at the age of 20 as a result of no direction and no purpose.

Sin is the assassin of the soul.

After you die, you wear what you are.

I don’t want a lot of strangers looking down at my wrinkles and my big fat belly when I’m dead.

Our body is a vessel of corruption; it is meant for death and for the worms, nothing more! And yet we devote ourselves to satisfying it, rather than to enriching our soul, which is so great that we can conceive nothing greater – no, nothing, nothing!