We were wanderers from the beginning.

Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.

It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.

I don't want to believe. I want to know.

The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence.

The brain is like a muscle. When it is in use we feel very good. Understanding is joyous.

We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

You have to know the past to understand the present.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

You will not publish 100% of the books you don’t write.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

The problem is that ego can convert anything to its own use, even spirituality.

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

I think in American culture, we put value on economic success but tell people you don't have to be economically successful to be happy.

Worship God in the difficult circumstances, and when He chooses, He will alter them in two seconds.

What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans, yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

We have to be careful not to elevate our preferences to moral standards and judge others by them. We only do so to feel superior.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.