[F]or academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All of philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is, a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless
Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.
Although the whole of this life were said to be nothing but a dream and the physical world nothing but a phantasm, I should call this dream or phatasm real enough, if, using reason well, we were never deceived by it.
Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and the sun for its radiance. The poets are entirely mistaken. They should address their lyrics to themselves and should turn them into odes of self congratulation on the
My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we *can* suppose.
What happens depends on our way of observing it or on the fact that we observe it.
We have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself but nature exposed to our method of questioning.
A reasonable probability is the only certainty.