Anyone informed that the universe is expanding and contracting in pulsations of eighty billion years has a right to ask, ''What's in it for me?''
I don't pretend to understand the Universe — it's a great deal bigger than I am.
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes — but is that all?
If that's how it all started, then we might as well face the fact that what's left out there is a great deal of shrapnel and a whole bunch of cinders (one of which is, fortunately, still hot enough and close enough to be good for tanning).
If there is nothing wrong with me, maybe there's something wrong with the universe.
In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; therefore what man is, is a clue to the universe. We are enfolded in the universe.
It is only too clear that man is not at home in this universe, and yet he is not good enough to deserve a better.
Just as the individual is not alone in the group, nor any one in society alone among the others, so man is not alone in the universe.
Like buried treasures, the outposts of the universe have beckoned to the adventurous from immemorial times…
My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
Nature recycles itself. History repeats itself. Religion has faith in itself. Technology creates itself. Humanity loves itself.
No storyteller has ever been able to dream up anything as fantastically unlikely as what really does happen in this mad Universe.
Nothing is accidental in the universe — this is one of my Laws of Physics — except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.
Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done.
The crux is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.
The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.
The universe is asymmetric and I am persuaded that life, as it is known to us, is a direct result of the asymmetry of the universe or of its indirect consequences. The universe is asymmetric.
The universe is one of God's thoughts.
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 immobilizable..