Time is that which is manufactured by clocks.

Religion divides us, while it is our human characteristics that bind us to each other.

[Science doesn't deal with facts; indeed] fact is an emotion-loaded word for which there is little place in scientific debate.

A theory is scientific only if it can be disproved. But the moment you try to cover absolutely everything the chances are that you cover nothing.

An observer situated in a nebula and moving with the nebula will observe the same properties of the universe as any other similarly situated observer at any time.

... an opportunity to allow the bees in one's bonnet to buzz even more noisily than usual.

[Newton's calculations] entered the marrow of what we know without knowing how we know it.

Our humanist attitude should therefore throughout be to stress what we all have in common with each other and relegate quarrelsome religion to the private domain where it can do [less] harm.

We find no sense in talking about something unless we specify how we measure it; a definition by the method of measuring a quantity is the one sure way of avoiding talking nonsense.

Do you belong to anyone?" he asked."No, " she whispered."Good, because tonight, you belong to the the King of the Sea.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Accept the good, however big or small, with no strings attached.

why should I die and loose you to tell god how much I love you...

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can’t be put to bed.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

Give me one hundred men who love only God with all their heart and hate only sin with all their heart and we will shake the gates of hell and bring in the kingdom of God in one generation.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

When a man arrives at great prosperity God did it: when he falls into disaster he did it himself.

If you make something your life's work, make sure it's something you can feel proud of when you're an old relic like me.