Science is the disinterested search for the objective truth about the material world.

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.

There is nothing quite so terrifying as a mad sheep.

Maybe I was little bit more aggressive than the average kid.

This lifestyle is not about deprivation. It's about living inspired.

The sensitive artist knows that a bitter wind is blowing.

Do not worry about what others are doing! Each of us should turn the searchlight inward and purify his or her own heart as much as possible.

It's heartbreaking that so many hundreds of millions of people around the world are desperate for the right to vote, but here in America people stay home on election day.

History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of the bones, which the previous generation had hurt its hands in breaking.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

One and one make 2. But if you bring 1 and 1 close together they make 11.

Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!