I think, however, that so long as our present economic and national systems continue, scientific research has little to fear.

Money can buy a fine dog but it is kindness that makes him wag his tail.

Capitalism, though it may not always give the scientific worker a living wage, will always protect him, as being one of the geese which produce golden eggs for its table.

This is my prediction for the future: Whatever hasn't happened will happen, and no one will be safe from it.

Teleology is like a mistress to a biologist: he cannot live without her but he's unwilling to be seen with her in public.

Science is vastly more stimulating to the imagination than the classics.

The wise man regulates his conduct by the theories both of religion and science. But he regards these theories not as statements of ultimate fact but as art-forms.

Christianity is haunted by the theory of a God with a craving for bloody sacrifices.

Reality is the cage of those who lack imagination.

There is no great invention, from fire to flying, which has not been hailed as an insult to some god.

Would I lay down my life to save my brother? No, but I would to save two brothers or eight cousins.

You are the artistic painter of your success. Paint your life day-by-day, into the masterpiece of excellence you want.

It's amazing, the increase in grammatical errors in proportion to the level of hatred in the content of hate mail.

The best artists know what to leave out.

The Dionysian is no picnic.

If somebody's cat happens to turn on the TV, my numbers can double. It's almost unrelated to what's really happening.

Easter is all about remembering the importance of change, responsibility, and doing the right thing for the good of our children.

I definitely only want to do charity work that I'm hands-on involved in. I don't want to get a dress on and go to a stupid event.

Play, creativity, art, spontaneity, all these experiences are their own rewards and are blocked when we perform for reward or punishment, profit or loss.

I am the person who is a mother against drunk driver.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.