The Ignis Fatuus is a vapor shining without heat.

Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, ‚convulsions of nature,‘ etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God’s love.

Why there is one body in our System qualified to give light and heat to all the rest, I know no reason but because the Author of the System thought it convenient; and why there is but one body of this kind, I know no reason, but because one was sufficient to warm and enlighten all the rest.

Atheism is so senseless. When I look at the solar system, I see the earth at the right distance from the sun to receive the proper amounts of heat and light. This did not happen by chance.

Women are considered deep – why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

From a purely positivist point of view, man is the most mysterious and disconcerting of all the objects met with by science.

The radiation left over from the Big Bang is the same as that in your microwave oven but very much less powerful. It would heat your pizza only to minus 271.3*C – not much good for defrosting the pizza, let alone cooking it.

After having dispatched a meal, I went ashore, and found no habitation save a single house, and that without an occupant; we had no doubt that the people had fled in terror at our approach, as the house was completely furnished.

Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life’s possibilities.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

Writing is such a strange, utterly mysterious process. First, there was nothing; then, suddenly, there was something. I don’t know where thoughts are born. Where the hell does it come from? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Music has an intrinsic meaning, which has always been mysterious to me.

My friends tease me about the fact that if someone seems bad or shady or like they have a secret, I find them incredibly interesting.

As you heat the planet up, it’s just like boiling a pot.

White… is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black… God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.

It must be quite mysterious to some people why I bother to carry on. Because, you know, I don’t sell that many records.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

Because atomic behavior is so unlike ordinary experience, it is very difficult to get used to, and it appears peculiar and mysterious to everyone – both to the novice and to the experienced physicist.

God gave me some weird, beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy. People compare it to Carvel. It is a whale of a smell.

I always hated how I looked on camera. I never put a face to my music, which actually made the music that much more mysterious.