Henri Poincare Quotes

I cannot command winds and weather.

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

One of the brightest gems in the New England weather is the dazzling uncertainty of it.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

Chance is the fool's name for Fate

Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.

Fortune and humor govern the world.

These things do not happen by chance. There is much less luck in public affairs than some suppose.

Chance is a kind of god, for it preserves many things which we do not observe.

God throws dice, what can I say?

There is no such thing as chance or accident; the words merely signify our ignorance of some real and immediate cause.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

If destiny could bring two people together, then it could just as easily tear them apart, and, if it could tear two people apart, then it could just as easily bring them back together again. There was no beginning, middle and end to destiny. It wasn't neat and manageable. It was random and scary.

But between the plan and the operation, there is always an unknown. That unknown spells victory or defeat. ... Some people call it getting the breaks. I call it God. God has His part in everything. That's where prayer comes in.

I have never been quite sure who controls the weather. Although we always prayed for clear skies, I have had to preach in all kinds of storms.

To talk of luck and chance only shows how little we really know of the laws which govern cause and effect.

Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.

The gods throw the dice and they don't ask whether we want to be in the game or not.

Fate rules the affairs of men, with no recognizable order.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

Notions of chance and fate are the preoccupations of men engaged in rash undertakings.

Why the Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, Choctaw? Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder goe when it dies?

I don't know if there is actually more rain here in England, or if it was just that the rain seemed to be so deliberately annoying. Every drop hit the window with a peevish "Am I bothering you? Does this make you cold and wet? Oh, sorry.