Mathematics Is The Language With

Vision, I Say, Is Related To Light Itself. But Of This Sensation And The Things Pertaining To It, I Pretend To Understand But Little; And Since Even A Long Time Would Not Suffice To Explain That Trifle, Or Even To Hint At An Explanation, I Pass Over This In Silence.

Philosophy [nature] Is Written In That Great Book Which Ever Is Before Our Eyes -- I Mean The Universe -- But We Cannot Understand It If We Do Not First Learn The Language And Grasp The Symbols In Which It Is Written. The Book Is Written In Mathematical Language, And The Symbols Are Triangles, Circles And Other Geometrical Figures, Without Whose Help It Is Impossible To Comprehend A Single Word Of It; Without Which One Wanders In Vain Through A Dark Labyrinth.

What Ever The Course Of Our Lives, We Should Recieve Them As The Highest Gift From The Hand Of God, In Which Equally Reposed The Power To Do Nothing Whatever For Us. Indeed, We Should Accept Misfortune Not Only In Thanks, But In Infinite Gratitude To Providence, Which By Such Means Detaches Us From An Excessive Love For Earthly Things And Elevates Our Minds To The Celestial And Divine.

Long Experience Has Taught Me This About The Status Of Mankind With Regard To Matters Requiring Thought: The Less People Know And Understand About Them, The More Positively They Attempt To Argue Concerning Them, While On The Other Hand To Know And Understand A Multitude Of Things Renders Men Cautious In Passing Judgment Upon Anything New.

My Dear Kepler, What Would You Say Of The Learned Here, Who, Replete With The Pertinacity Of The Asp, Have Steadfastly Refused To Cast A Glance Through The Telescope? What Shall We Make Of This? Shall We Laugh, Or Shall We Cry?