Our knowledge can only be finite, while our ignorance must necessarily be infinite.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.
I accept that there may be things far grander and more incomprehensible than we can possibly imagine.
I think at this stage in my life I have learned that there are any number of things that men will never know, and can never hope to know, about women.
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
If you ask me to tell you anything about the nature of what lies beyond the phaneron… my answer is “How should I know?”… I am not dismayed by ultimate mysteries… I can no more grasp what is behind such questions as my cat can understand what is behind the clatter I make while I type this paragraph.
By nature's kindly disposition most questions which it is beyond a man's power to answer do not occur to him at all.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
What the mind doesn't understand, it worships or fears.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
