The pursuit of the good and evil are now linked in astronomy as in almost all science. . . . The fate of human civilization will depend on whether the rockets of the future carry the astronomer's telescope or a hydrogen bomb.
One science only will one genius fit, So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
There is only one nature--the division into science and engineering is a human imposition, not a natural one. Indeed, the division is a human failure; it reflects our limited capacity to comprehend the whole.
A man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. He sits on a hot stove for a minute, it's longer than any hour. That is relativity.
We must, however, acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities... still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.
In science the credit goes to the man who convinces the world, not to the man to whom the idea first occurs
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
The research rat of the future allows experimentation without manipulation of the real world. This is the cutting edge of modeling technology.
If it keeps up, man will atrophy all his limbs but the push-button finger.
I never pick up an item without thinking of how I might improve it. I never perfected an invention that I did not think about in terms of the service it might give others. I want to save and advance human life, not destroy it. I am proud of the fact that I never invented weapons to kill. The dove is my emblem.
Someday man will harness the rise and fall of the tides, imprison the power of the sun, and release atomic power.
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it: A chield's amang you takin notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.
The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.
In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can.
Now the summer's in prime Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said, The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my tongue.
The history of every individual man should be a Bible.
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! Star of Eternity! The only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely.
Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries! Happiest they of human race, To whom God has granted grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way: And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue.
A man can hide all things, excepting twain-- That he is drunk, and that he is in love.
For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to reveal it. [Lat., Arcanum neque tu scrutaveris ullius unquam, commissumve teges et vino tortus et ira.]
When a secret is revealed, it is the fault of the man who confided it.