All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

Heresies are experiments in man's unsatisfied search for truth.

For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny never to trust one's friends.

The conscience of the world is so guilty that it always assumes that people who investigate heresies must be heretics just as if a doctor who studies leprosy must be a leper. Indeed it is only recently that science has been allowed to study anything without reproach.

In politics as in religion it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by fire and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings there is music in the spacing of the spheres.

If anybody wanted to photograph my life they'd get bored in a day. 'Heres Matt at home learning his lines. Here's Matt researching in aisle six of his local library'. A few hours of that and they'd go home.

From heresy frenzy and jealousy good Lord deliver me.

Now it is quite clear to me that there are no solid spheres in the heavens and those that have been devised by the authors to save the appearances exist only in the imagination.

History warns us that it is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.