For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.

The more you look the more you see.

For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses. The more you look the more you see.

The number of rational hypotheses that can explain any given phenomenon is infinite.

There are infinite possibilities.

Every explanation is after all an hypothesis.

For every action, there’s an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers—and one comes true.

If one basic axiom controls the cosmos, it must be this: In a situation of infinity every possible condition occurs, not once, but an infinite number of times.

Dead people are infinities of maybes.

Falsehood has an infinity of combinations, but truth has only one mode of being.

There are infinitely many variations of the initial situation and therefore no doubt indefinitely many theorems of moral geometry.

The infinity of All ever bringing forth anew, and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.

A fact is a simple statement that everyone believes. It is innocent, unless found guilty. A hypothesis is a novel suggestion that no one wants to believe. It is guilty, until found effective.

[T]heories are only hypotheses, verified by more or less numerous facts. Those verified by the most facts are the best; but even then they are never final, never to be absolutely believed.

If, then, a phenomenon admits of a complete mechanical explanation, it will admit of an infinity of others, that will render an account equally well of all the particulars revealed by experiment.