Cooper del Setenta y ocho, perdido en el Veinte, llama a la Eternidad... - Isaac Asimov

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' Is that it, Daneel?"
Daneel paused, then said, "I am not certain what is meant by the smell of a rose, but if a rose on Earth is the common flower that is called a rose on Aurora, and if by its 'smell' you mean a property that can be detected, sensed, or measured by human beings, then surely calling a rose by another sound-combination — and holding all else equal — would not affect the smell or any other of its intrinsic properties."
"True. And yet changes in name do result in changes in perception where human beings are concerned."
"I do not see why, Partner Elijah."
"Because human beings are often illogical, Daneel. It is not an admirable characteristic.

Intuition! What's that? Define it!" "Easily. Intuition is the art, peculiar to the human mind, of working out the correct answer from data that is, in itself, incomplete or even, perhaps, misleading.

Inspect every piece of pseudoscience and you will find a security blanket, a thumb to suck, a skirt to hold. What does the scientist have to offer in exchange? Uncertainty! Insecurity!