It is often said that science must avoid any conclusions which smack of the supernatural.

Proteins are the machinery of living tissue that builds the structures and carries out the chemical reactions necessary for life.

The theory of undirected evolution is already dead, but the work of science continues.

We can look high or we can look low in books or in journals, but the result is the same. The scientific literature has no answers to the question of the origin of the immune system.

Irreducible complexity is a problem for Darwinian evolution. Whenever we see these complex functional systems we realise that they have to be designed.

Science is not a game in which arbitrary rules are used to decide what explanations are to be permitted.

I believe the evidence strongly supports common descent. But the root question remains unanswered: What has caused complex systems to form?

The conclusion of design flows naturally from the data; we should not shrink from it; we should embrace it and build on it.

I find the idea of common descent (that all organisms share a common ancestor) fairly convincing, and have no particular reason to doubt it.

In order to say that some function is understood, every relevant step in the process must be elucidated.

We are not inferring design to account for a black box, but to account for an open box.

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it. I hated everyone, for they were so phony. I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Maybe he thought I would run then. Maybe he thought I would be done. But I had been hurt before. I think he underestimated my ability to pick myself up and keep going. Done? Far from it.

I'm a born liar myself and I know how it's done. You stick as close to the truth as you can. You pretend to volunteer a few bits of information, but the facts are all carefully selected for effect.

You cannot by any chance fail if you persevere.

The biggest compliment to me is being able to dress so many different women from so many different backgrounds.

The boarding-school experience in Paris was very hard, I didn't put up with it very well. I was sick all the time, or in any case frail, on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

A woman's fame is the tomb of her happiness.

Lately, I haph startet painting my torso in pretty, motley hews. I sit in phront oph the mirror in the sleepy-room. I atmire my hantyworg. I am a hooman apstrat paining.

Those who take up any subject with an open mind, willing to learn anything that will contribute to their advancement, comfort and happiness, are wise.

There are so many kinds of awful men One can't avoid them all. She often said She'd never make the same mistake again: She always made a new mistake instead.