“Sit down before fact as a little child, be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abysses nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. I have only begun ...”

“The scientific spirit is of more value than its products, and irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors.”

“What we call rational grounds for our beliefs are often extremely irrational attempts to justify our instincts.”

“With theology as a code of dogmas which are to be believed, or at any rate repeated, under penalty of present or future punishment, or as a storehouse of anaesthetics for those who find the pains o...”

“Wherever sufficiently numerous series of the remains of any given group, which has endured for a long space of time, are carefully examined, their morphological relations are never in discordance w...”

“I am too much of a skeptic to deny the possibility of anything.”

“What's meant to be will always find a way”

“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.”

“Maybe there isnt such a thing as fate. Maybe its just the opportunities were given, and what we do with them. Im beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances dont just happen. We have to make...”

“I may err but I am not a heretic, for the first has to do with the mind and the second with the will!”

“The huge modern heresy is to alter the human soul to fit modern social conditions, instead of altering modern social conditions to fit the human soul.”

“All right, so you believe in Santa Claus, and I'll believe in the 'Great Pumpkin.' The way I see it, it doesn't matter what you believe just so you're sincere! (Linus)”

“Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.”

“Memories of lost love they do enpain,Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain.Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with hera dream divi...”

“As she left the cold arena Angel had to laugh,Beaten by that of a wisp girl and her subliming cunning craft.Jove lay silent in his orbit; brooding, deep, dreamless forweep,And faithful dog Sirius r...”