We Never Fully Grasp The

When You Have Broken The Reality Into Concepts You Never Can Reconstruct It In Its Wholeness.

All Our Scientific And Philosophic Ideals Are Altars To Unknown Gods.

To Leap Across An Abyss, One Is Better Served By Faith Than Doubt.

Our Theories Are Wedged And Controlled As Nothing Else Is. Yet Sometimes Alternative Theoretic Formulas Are Equally Compatible With All The Truths We Know, And Then We Choose Between Them For Subjective Reasons. We Choose The Kind Of Theory To Which We Are Already Partial: We Follow 'elegenace' Or 'economy'

If There Is Aught Of Good In The Style, It Is The Result Of Ceaseless Toil In Rewriting. Everything Comes Out Wrong With Me At First; But When Once Objectified In A Crude Shape, I Can Torture And Poke And Scrape And Pat It Till It Offends Me No More.