I've loved science fiction ever since I was a little kid mainly from looking at the covers of science-fiction magazines and books and I've read quite extensively as an adult.
Very few recognize science as the high adventure it really is the wildest of all explorations ever taken by human beings the chance to glimpse things never seen before the shrewdest maneuver for discovering how the world works.
The most wonderful discovery made by scientists is science itself.
New discoveries in science will continue to create a thousand new frontiers for those who still would adventure.
Biology is now bigger than physics as measured by the size of budgets by the size of the workforce or by the output of major discoveries and biology is likely to remain the biggest part of science through the twenty-first century.
It is through science that we prove but through intuition that we discover.
Science coverage could be improved by the recognition that science is timeless and therefore science stories should not need to be pegged to an item in the news.
Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.
Science in the modern world has many uses its chief use however is to provide long words to cover the errors of the rich.
Every science has for its basis a system of principles as fixed and unalterable as those by which the universe is regulated and governed. Man cannot make principles he can only discover them.
The grand aim of all science is to cover the greatest number of empirical facts by logical deduction from the smallest number of hypotheses or axioms.
Some dreamers demand that scientists only discover things that can be used for good.
When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves then truly I seem to be living among the gods.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery a metaphor for a proof a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths and oneself for an oracle is inborn in us.
I often feel like I have this spirit living inside of me always dressing in like short mini skirts... but then I start to discover myself. So there are eight spirits mischievous ones sad ones handsome ones wise ones and crazy ones.
Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who with such a thought would not spring from bed eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?
The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.