To an honest judge, the alleged marriage between religion and science is a shallow, empty, spin-doctored sham.

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.

If an Artist falls in love with you, you will live forever.

Too many people are endowed with a feeling of entitlement, but born without God-given empathy.

The worst government is the most moral.

Tell the truth about who you are, what you feel, what you want, what you're up to. Tell the truth about that first to yourself and then to anybody else that'll listen.

Personality is reduced and deformed with depleted thoughts and stagnant mind.

There is no sin coveting things are of no great use or profit, but would show out good and have some grandeur around them.

... the whole tenour of female education ... tends to render the best disposed romantic and inconstant; and the remainder vain and mean.

Many writers lay very great stress upon some definite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works.

I don't mind being called snobbish, a pain and a social climber, but being called unkind really hurts.

If you don't try and force it, a song will find the proper moment to come to life.