Presumably what happened to Jesus was what happens to all of us when we die. We decompose. Accounts of Jesus's resurrection and ascension are about as well-documented as Jack and the Beanstalk.

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.

No man is happy who does not think himself so.

Sometimes you can't fight. Sometimes, some things, you have to outlast.

Success didn't spoil me I've always been insufferable.

If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.

The answers are never 'out there. ' All the answers are 'in there, ' inside you, waiting to be discovered.

Hate no one; hate their vices, not themselves.

I hate when people are chomping their gum, even though I do it. I hate that.

The writing of Kathleen McGookey shines more brightly than most fine things we feel pleasure to read. Celebrate it!

That man is out of reach of harm in this life, who is sure of possessing heaven in the next. This is the portion of every believer.

Sleeping only six hours a night for a week in a row will make you feel on that eighth day as if you'd gotten no sleep at all. Seven and a half to eight hours remains the sweet spot.