The Basis For Poetry And

To Imagine Is The Characteristic Act, Not Of The Poet's Mind, Or The Painter's, Or The Scientist's, But Of The Mind Of Man.

It's A Sort Of Curious Phenomenon That God Is Somehow Not Quite As Nice As The Devil; The Devil Doesn't Punish You For Behaving Well, But God Punishes You For Behaving Badly.

Progress Is The Exploration Of Our Own Error.

No Science Is Immune To The Infection Of Politics And The Corruption Of Power.

We Receive Experience From Nature In A Series Of Messages. From These Messages We Extract A Content Of Information: That Is, We Decode The Messages In Some Way. And From This Code Of Information We Then Make A Basic Vocabulary Of Concepts And A Basic Grammar Of Laws, Which Jointly Describe The Inner Organization That Nature Translates Into The Happenings And The Appearances We Meet.