If We Knew Exactly The Laws Of

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

A Reality Completely Independent Of The Spirit That Conceives It, Sees It, Or Feels It, Is An Impossibility. A World So External As That, Even If It Existed, Would Be Forever Inaccessible To Us.

When The Logician Has Resolved Each Demonstration Into A Host Of Elementary Operations, All Of Them Correct, He Will Not Yet Be In Possession Of The Whole Reality, That Indefinable Something That Constitutes The Unity ... Now Pure Logic Cannot Give Us This View Of The Whole; It Is To Intuition That We Must Look For It.

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.

It Is By Logic We Prove. It Is By Intuition We Discover.