“The Divine intellect indeed knows infinitely more propositions.”

I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

The greatest wisdom is to get to know oneself.

I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn’t learn something from him.

In the sciences, the authority of thousands of opinions is not worth as much as one tiny spark of reason in an individual man.

Mathematics is the key and door to the sciences.

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

Nature does not act by means of many things when it can do so by means of a few.

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

The deeper I go in considering the vanities of popular reasoning, the lighter and more foolish I find them.

Passion is the genesis of genius.

Earth, turning upon itself, moves round the Sun.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with senses, reason, and intellect has intended us to forego their use.

You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him find it within himself.

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.

Two truths cannot contradict one another.

I am certainly interested in a tribunal in which, for having used my reason, I was deemed little less than a heretic.

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

I am especially glad of the divine gift of laughter: it has made the world human and lovable, despite all its pain and wrong.

This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.

My mistakes tell me I am quite human, but my brief flashes of brilliance tell me I am divine, too.

There’s so much power in knowing your power. All in divine timing.

You will never forgive anyone more than God has already forgiven you.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

A bruised heart that chooses to beat with a passion for God amid pulsing pain and confusion may just be the most expensive offering placed on the divine altar.