I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.

If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.

Gravity explains the motions of the planets, but it cannot explain who sets the planets in motion.

How came the bodies of animals to be contrived with so much art, and for what ends were their several parts?
Was the eye contrived without skill in Opticks, and the ear without knowledge of sounds?...and these things being rightly dispatch’d, does it not appear from phænomena that there is a Being incorporeal, living, intelligent...?

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.