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Bertrand Russell, The Study of Mathematics:

Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty – a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our weaker nature, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music, yet sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as in poetry. What is best in mathematics deserves not merely to be learnt as a task, but to be assimilated as a part of daily thought, and brought again and again before the mind with ever-renewed encouragement.

Alan M. Turing, Computing Machinery and Intelligence:

It is not possible to produce a set of rules purporting to describe what a man should do in every conceivable set of circumstances. One might for instance have a rule that one is to stop when one sees a red traffic light, and to go if one sees a green one, but what if by some fault both appear together? One may perhaps decide that it is safest to stop. But some further difficulty may well arise from this decision later. To attempt to provide rules of conduct to cover every eventuality, even those arising from traffic lights, appears to be impossible. 

Niels Bohr, as quoted in Philosophy of Science (1934, Vol. 37):

What is it that we humans depend on? We depend on our words… Our task is to communicate experience and ideas to others. We must strive continually to extend the scope of our description, but in such a way that our messages do not thereby lose their objective or unambiguous character … We are suspended in language in such a way that we cannot say what is up and what is down. The word “reality” is also a word, a word which we must learn to use correctly.

A.J. Ayer, Philosophy in the Twentieth Century:

There never comes a point where a theory can be said to be true. The most that one can claim for any theory is that it has shared the successes of all its rivals and that it has passed at least one test which they have failed.

Karl Popper, Conjectures and Refutations:

What we should do, I suggest, is to give up the idea of ultimate sources of knowledge, and admit that all knowledge is human; that it is mixed with our errors, our prejudices, our dreams, and our hopes; that all we can do is to grope for truth even though it be beyond our reach. We may admit that our groping is often inspired, but we must be on our guard against the belief, however deeply felt, that our inspiration carries any authority, divine or otherwise. If we thus admit that there is no authority beyond the reach of criticism to be found within the whole province of our knowledge, however far it may have penetrated into the unknown, then we can retain, without danger, the idea that truth is beyond human authority. And we must retain it. For without this idea there can be no objective standards of inquiry; no criticism of our conjectures; no groping for the unknown; no quest for knowledge.

W.V.O Quine, The Web of Belief:

At root what is needed for scientific inquiry is just receptivity to data, skill in reasoning, and yearning for truth. Admittedly, ingenuity can help too.

Thomas Kuhn, The Structure of Scientific Revolutions:

Men whose research is based on shared paradigms are committed to the same rules and standards for scientific practice. That commitment and the apparent consensus it produces are prerequisites for normal science, i.e., for the genesis and continuation of a particular research tradition…

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Carl Sagan

The most remarkable thing about the bible is how unremarkable it is. As historically and scientifically ignorant and morally primitive as the goat-herders whose oral myths it anthologises. For a book supposedly telling us about the creator of the entire universe, the single source of everything, who is literally magical, it’s all stolen myths, hackneyed poetry and psychotic violence when it’s not fixating on the mundane and exceedingly mortal concerns of desert-dwelling primitives. Like how many days a woman has cooties during menstruation, how many doves must die to make a man “clean” again, and how many shekels to pay a father for raping his daughter. This is not the book of a master of the cosmos.

If a god existed and had to have its tale told in a book, it would emit a beam of divine knowledge-bearing light at the reader and endow it to them directly. It wouldn’t need translations of copies of translations of edits of translations of rewrites of translations of anonymous fables, because it wouldn’t be limited by the fallibility and unreliability of the 6,500 languages produced by passing air through the human larynx, through the same hole that is also used for eating and breathing. Everyone would understand exactly and agree on its nature and what it required.