We all live every day in virtual environments, defined by our ideas.

Welcome...to Jurassic Park!

Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had.

The extreme positions of the Crossfire Syndrome require extreme simplification - framing the debate in terms which ignore the real issues.

Let's be clear. The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet - or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.

Books aren't written - they're rewritten. Including your own. It is one of the hardest things to accept, especially after the seventh rewrite hasn't quite done it.

You think you can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. . . . . We've been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we're gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.

It's better to die laughing than to live each moment in fear.

Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.

Social control is best managed through fear.

Thoughts do more. Words to much. Actions do much more.

You must learn to be still in the midst of activity and to be vibrantly alive in repose.

Berlin is the place to which I am most closely bound by human and scientific ties.

The real scientist is ready to bear privation and, if need be, starvation rather than let anyone dictate to him which direction his work must take.

A hard headed woman, a soft hearted man, been the cause of trouble ever since the world began.

We were made for good works (cf. Phil. 1:11) to the glory and praise of our Maker, and to imitate God as far as might be.

Do not think of your faults, still less of other's faults; look for what is good and strong, and try to imitate it. Your faults will drop off, like dead leaves, when their time comes.

When you need to make a decision, don't let your emotions vote.

I'm not for sale, neither is UKIP.

There are no galley-slaves in the royal vessel of divine love - every man works his oar voluntarily!