Nonetheless, It Moves.

I Truly Believe The Book Of Philosophy To Be That Which Stands Perpetually Open Before Our Eyes, Though Since It Is Written In Characters Different From Those Of Our Alphabet It Cannot Be Read By Everyone.

The Number Of The Fixed Stars Which Observers Have Been Able To See Without Artificial Powers Of Sight Up To This Day Can Be Counted. It Is Therefore Decidedly A Great Feat To Add To Their Number, And To Set Distinctly Before The Eyes Other Stars In Myriads, Which Have Never Been Seen Before, And Which Surpass The Old, Previously Known Stars In Number More Than Ten Times.

Alas! Your Dear Friend And Servant Galileo Has Been For The Last Month Hopelessly Blind; So That This Heaven, This Earth, This Universe, Which I By My Marvelous Discoveries And Clear Demonstrations Had Enlarged A Hundred Thousand Times Beyond The Belief Of The Wise Men Of Bygone Ages, Henceforward For Me Is Shrunk Into Such A Small Space As Is Filled By My Own Bodily Sensations.

Nature . . . Is Inexorable And Immutable; She Never Transgresses The Laws Imposed Upon Her, Nor Cares A Whit Whether Her Abstruse Reasons And Methods Of Operations Are Understandable To Men.

I Think That In The Discussion Of Natural Problems We Ought To Begin Not With The Scriptures, But With Experiments, And Demonstrations.