Modo, et modo, non habebent modum. By-and-by has no end.
The universe is then one, infinite, immobile. ... It is not capable of comprehension and therefore is endless and limitless, and to that extent infinite and indeterminable, and consequently immobile.
I believe in empty spaces; they're the most wonderful thing.
Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.
We had entered an era of limitlessness, or the illusion thereof, and this in itself is a sort of wonder. My grandfather lived a life of limits, both suffered and strictly observed, in a world of limits. I learned much of that world from him and others, and then I changed; I entered the world of labor-saving machines and of limitless cheap fossil fuel. It would take me years of reading, thought, and experience to learn again that in this world limits are not only inescapable but indispensable.
The mind remains undetermined in the great Void. Here the highest knowledge is unbounded. That which gives things their thusness cannot be delimited by things. So when we speak of 'limits', we remain confined to limited things. The limit of the unlimited is called 'fullness.' The limitlessness of the limited is called 'emptiness.' Tao is the source of both. But it is itself neither fullness nor emptiness
Great accomplishment seems imperfect, Yet it does not outlive its usefulness. Great fullness seems empty, Yet it cannot be exhausted.
Not to be limited by the greatest and yet to be contained in the tiniest—this is the divine
The main motto of the Jesuits however was: “For the greater glory of God”
While many people are trying to be in tune with infinite, what they really are is in tune with the indefinite.
I have all the time in the world. I am in touch with the timeless. I am surrounded by infinity.
Everything that occupies space has form. The formless can only be infinite.
Once you touch a dimension which is boundless, the idea of time and space disappears. What is here is there; what is there is here.
Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?
The boundaries of bodies are the least of all things.
Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then 'tmust have forever its beyond.
Neither is there a smallest part of what is small, but there is always a smaller (for it is impossible that what is should cease to be). Likewise there is always something larger than what is large.
Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home
I want to see my career evolve into limitlessness.
To him it is an ocean, unfathomable, and without a shore.
Come out into the broad light of day, come out from the little narrow paths, for how can the infinite soul rest content to live and die in small ruts?
You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.