We call infinite that thing whose limits we have not perceived, and so by that word we do not signify what we understand about a thing, but rather what we do not understand.
Neither the true nor the false roots are always real; sometimes they are imaginary; that is, while we can always imagine as many roots for each equation as I have assigned, yet there is not always a definite quantity corresponding to each root we have imagined.
Although my knowledge grows more and more, nevertheless I do not for that reason believe that it can ever be actually infinite, since it can never reach a point so high that it will be unable to attain any greater increase.
Mary Anning [is] probably the most important unsung (or inadequately sung) collecting force in the history of paleontology.
Transitional forms are generally lacking at the species level, but they are abundant between larger groups.
This view [of the infinite], which I consider to be the sole correct one, is held by only a few. While possibly I am the very first in history to take this position so explicitly, with all of its logical consequences, I know for sure that I shall not be the last!
Thought that accepts reality as given is no thought at all.
Certainly paleontologists have found samples of an extremely small fraction, only, of the earth's extinct species, and even for groups that are most readily preserved and found as fossils they can never expect to find more than a fraction.
I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.
There's something in the Western mind that gets very nervous when you try to talk about the bedrock of ontology.