My computer is a very complex gadget and it was designed by many designers, so why must the universe have only a single designer and not many designers?

Much as we might wish to believe otherwise, universal love and the welfare of the species as a whole are concepts which simply do not make evolutionary sense.

Do not indoctrinate your children. Teach them how to think for themselves, how to evaluate evidence, and how to disagree with you.

Faith is belief without evidence and reason; coincidentally that's also the definition of delusion.

Evolution is just a theory? Well, so is gravity and I don't see you jumping out of buildings.

Such delusions of grandeur to think that a God with a hundred billion galaxies on his mind would give a tuppenny damn who you sleep with, or indeed whether you believe in him.

The less you think, the more you believe.

How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be the true one.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

Science is the poetry of reality.

The theory of evolution by cumulative natural selection is the only theory we know of that is in principle capable of explaining the existence of organized complexity.

People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.

Try to avoid getting involved with somebody who's gonna need killing before it's over. It may seem to you that that narrows the field somewhat, but be diligent.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night, " he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

For the first time in history we can work backward from our imagination rather than forward from our past.

A nation without borders is like a house without walls - it collapses. And that is what is going to happen to our wonderful America.

Confidence takes constant nurturing, like a bed, it must be remade every day.

If we do an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, we will be a blind and toothless nation.

We must never promise ourselves any more than God has promised us.

We all romp about, grieving, wondering, but with rare exception we mostly remain suspended in the Rhetorical Colloidal Forever that agglutinates between Might and Do.