There are two things that are infinite: The universe and human folly. And sometimes I am not sure about the universe.
No human being will ever know the Truth, for even if they happen to say it by chance, they would not even known they had done so.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
The Bible God I deny; the Christian God I disbelieve in; but I am not rash enough to say there is no God as long as you tell me you are unprepared to define God to me.
A comprehended god is no god.
Reality isn't straightforward or easily accessible.
To know God better is only to realize how impossible it is that we should ever know him at all. I know not which is more childish to deny him, or define him.
God is to me the Great Unknown. I believe in Him, but I find Him not.
Human life is beyond comprehension.
God is best known in not knowing him.
It seems to me that man is made to act rather than to know: the principles of things escape our most persevering researches.
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
Chekhov understood that people are mysterious and can't be reduced to what we nowadays call 'motivation.'
The power we call God defies description.
It is my supposition that the Universe in not only queerer than we imagine, is queerer than we can imagine.
In certain strains of Judaism, there's a profound passion for the ineffable. Contemplation of God is meant to be forever elusive, because, you know, our tiny minds can't possibly comprehend Him. If we find ourselves comprehending Him, then we can be sure we're off track.
God, great principle of all minor principles, God, who is Himself without a principle, could not conceive Himself, if, in order to do it, He required to know His own principle.
For me, people are like the black boxes found in the debris of airplane crashes.
I want to know what dark matter and dark energy are comprised of. They remain a mystery, a complete mystery. No one is any closer to solving the problem than when these two things were discovered.
I think about things like the fact that nobody knows what time is. Time is what? Nobody can describe it, even physics or math or anything else. But it is what we continuously experience. It's the state of our unfolding, in a way, and in that sense that the continuous reopening of reality is what I think of as, perhaps, a worldview.
The secret life of women is to men what the universe is to NASA - unimaginably infinite and completely undiscoverable.
Maybe we should admit that our science is not as perfect as we would like to believe and that nature is ultimately inexplicable and beyond our control.
Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own character to himself.
An agnostic is someone who believes the nature of the Divine is unknowable... and in that sense, I'm willing to subscribe to being an agnostic.
