Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.

Time can behave like another direction in space under extreme conditions.

Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.

So remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and hold on to that childlike wonder about what makes the universe exist.

The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people.

It is all right to make mistakes; nothing is perfect because with perfection, we would not exist.

I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

People won't have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.

It is reasonable to ask who or what created the universe, but if the answer is God, then the question has merely been deflected to that of who created God.

It is very important for young people keep their sense of wonder and keep asking why.

The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race.

If I were hungry and friendless today, I would rather take my chances with a saloon-keeper than with the average preacher.

Mentioning violence to Bruce was like mentioning chocolate sauce to a six-year-old.

My strength is translating emotion because I'm such a feeler.

I have blind trust in people. Even if that ends up hurting me, I won't change. I will go on trusting people because that's the only way I know to love someone.

I learned my French through school. I was lucky in that the tutor on 'The Wonder Years' set spoke fluent French.

I was always the guy - out of insecurities, I was always making fun, even as a kid.

When Tarzan killed he more often smiled than scowled, and smiles are the foundation of beauty.

We are not just humans learning to become buddhas, but also buddhas waking up in human form, learning to become fully human.

Cycling, cycling forever bear, wolf, caribou. When had it all started, where will it end? We are all part of one, from such simple beginnings and yet all so different. Yet one. One and again.

The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.