James C. Maxwell Quotes

Through space the universe encompasses and swallows me up like an atom; through thought I comprehend the world.

The public has an incredible capacity for appreciating the wonder of our planet, our solar system, our universe.

Creation is all space, all time - all things past, present, and future.

Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

Space is to place as eternity is to time.

The Milky Way is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters.

Space and exploration are also related to inspiration.

It's hard for us to really understand the immensity so far of the conquest of space.

I think space and music go hand in hand in the sense that they give a little more mystery and magic to life.

What inspires me is the universe.

The size and age of the Cosmos are beyond ordinary human understanding. Lost somewhere between immensity and eternity is our tiny planetary home.

The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

But the universe is infinite.

The number of habitable worlds in our galaxy is certainly in the tens of billions, minimum, and we haven't even talked about the moons. And the number of galaxies we can see, other than our own, is about 100 billion.

Our sun is one of a 100 billion stars in our galaxy. Our galaxy is one of billions of galaxies populating the universe. It would be the height of presumption to think that we are the only living thing in that enormous immensity.

So much universe, and so little time.

The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be.

A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.

If we consider what science already has enabled men to know-the immensity of space, the fantastic philosophy of the stars, the infinite smallness of the composition of atoms, the macrocosm whereby we succeed only in creating outlines and translating a measure into numbers without our minds being able to form any concrete idea of it-we remain astounded by the enormous machinery of the universe.

The cosmos is all there is, all there ever was, and all there ever will be.

Reality lies far beyond space and time, and I need to know why.

There is a single general space, a single vast immensity which we may freely call void: in it are unnumerable globes like this on which we live and grow, this space we declare to be infinite, since neither reason, convenience, sense-perception nor nature assign to it a limit.

A world is a circumscribed portion of sky... it is a piece cut off from the infinite.

Universe, vast universe, my heart is vaster.

I hope Let Me In doesn't encourage it! I mean, vampires might be real! Honestly, I don't know. It's like saying aliens are real. I don't know. We are so tiny in the spectrum of the universe, we're a speck of dust compared to some galaxies, and so who knows what's out there? We barely even know our own - we know more about space than we know about our own sea.