Holy Writ Was Intended To

Oh, My Dear Kepler, How I Wish That We Could Have One Hearty Laugh Together. Here, At Padua, Is The Principal Professor Of Philosophy, Whom I Have Repeatedly And Urgently Requested To Look At The Moon And Planets Through My Glass, [telescope] Which He Pertinaciously Refuses To Do. Why Are You Not Here? What Shouts Of Laughter We Should Have At This Glorious Folly! And To Hear The Professor Of Philosophy At Pisa Laboring Before The Grand Duke With Logical Arguments, As If With Magical Incantations, To Charm The New Planets Out Of The Sky.

The Milky Way Is Nothing Else But A Mass Of Innumerable Stars Planted Together In Clusters.

Surely, God Could Have Caused Birds To Fly With Their Bones Made Of Solid Gold, With Their Veins Full Of Quicksilver, With Their Flesh Heavier Than Lead, And With Their Wings Exceedingly Small. He Did Not, And That Ought To Show Something. It Is Only In Order To Shield Your Ignorance That You Put The Lord At Every Turn To The Refuge Of A Miracle.

Two Truths Cannot Contradict One Another.

In The Long Run My Observations Have Convinced Me That Some Men, Reasoning Preposterously, First Establish Some Conclusion In Their Minds Which, Either Because Of Its Being Their Own Or Because Of Their Having Received It From Some Person Who Has Their Entire Confidence, Impresses Them So Deeply That One Finds It Impossible Ever To Get It Out Of Their Heads.