Aldous Huxley (Brave New World, etc) admired the astonishing achievements of science (which he had studied assiduously) but emphasised its limits:

“The success was intoxicating and … many scientists and philosophers came to imagine that this useful abstraction from reality was reality itself. Reality as actually experienced contains intuitions of values and significance, contains love, beauty, mystical ecstasy, intimations of godhead. Science did not and still does not possess intellectual instruments with which to deal with these aspects of reality”

[End and Means, 1937.]