Richard Bach Quotes

Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.

The greatest mystery of existence is existence itself.

The greatest mystery of all is reality.

We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

I would like to uncover the secrets of the universe.

The meaning of the universe lies outside the universe.

I wouldn't say that 'The Fabric of the Cosmos' is a book on cosmology. Cosmology certainly plays a big part, but the major theme is our ever-evolving understanding of space and time, and what it all means for our sense of reality.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

Apart from the known and the unknown, what else is there?

There is nothing bigger or older than the universe.

The universe is a great mystery.

It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

First, philosophy concerns itself with all kinds of issues that don't get much airtime in day-to-day life. What's the nature of reality? Can we ever truly know anything, and if so, how? What does it mean to be a moral agent? And while we're at it, is there any such thing as agency anyway?

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

The questions of philosophy proper are human desires and fears and aspirations - human emotions - taking an intellectual form.

I have a vast curiosity about our universe, our origins, and its probable future.

Religion and science are the two conjugated faces or phases of one and the same complete act of knowledge - the only one which can embrace the past and future of evolution and so contemplate, measure and fulfil them.

Quite early on, and certainly since I started writing, I found that philosophical questions occupied me more than any other kind. I hadn't really thought of them as being philosophical questions, but one rapidly comes to an understanding that philosophy's only really about two questions: 'What is true?' and 'What is good?'

Being is the great explainer.

I read somewhere that some people believe that the entire universe is a matrix of living thought. And I said, "Man, if that's not a definition of God, I don't know what is.

Pythagoras, when he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of this world.

Ten million years from now, when then sun burns out and the Earth is just a frozen iceball hurtling through space, nobody's going to care whether or not I got this guy out.

All that is, was, and will be. Universe much too big to see. Time and space never ending, disturbing thoughts, questions pending. Limitations of human understanding. Too quick to criticize, obligation to survive, we hunger to be alive. All that is, ever, ever was, will be ever twisting, turning, Through The Never. In the dark, see past our eyes. Pursuit of truth, no matter where it lies. Gazing up to the breeze of the heavens, on a quest, meaning, reason. Come to be, how it begun. All alone in the family of the sun, curiosity teasing everyone. On our home, third stone from the sun.