Just As Houses Are Made Of Stones,

Chance ... Must Be Something More Than The Name We Give To Our Ignorance.

If One Looks At The Different Problems Of The Integral Calculus Which Arise Naturally When One Wishes To Go Deep Into The Different Parts Of Physics, It Is Impossible Not To Be Struck By The Analogies Existing.

Astronomy Is Useful Because It Raises Us Above Ourselves; It Is Useful Because It Is Grand; .... It Shows Us How Small Is Man's Body, How Great His Mind, Since His Intelligence Can Embrace The Whole Of This Dazzling Immensity, Where His Body Is Only An Obscure Point, And Enjoy Its Silent Harmony.

Just As Houses Are Made Of Stones, So Is Science Made Of Facts.

The Scientist Does Not Study Nature Because It Is Useful To Do So. He Studies It Because He Takes Pleasure In It, And He Takes Pleasure In It Because It Is Beautiful. If Nature Were Not Beautiful It Would Not Be Worth Knowing, And Life Would Not Be Worth Living. I Am Not Speaking, Of Course, Of The Beauty Which Strikes The Senses, Of The Beauty Of Qualities And Appearances. I Am Far From Despising This, But It Has Nothing To Do With Science. What I Mean Is That More Intimate Beauty Which Comes From The Harmonious Order Of Its Parts, And Which A Pure Intelligence Can Grasp.