You could say science also is an art.

You ask: what is the meaning or purpose of life? I can only answer with another question: do you think we are wise enough to read God's mind?

The greatest unsolved mysteries are the mysteries of our existence as conscious beings in a small corner of a vast universe.

If you want to have a program for moving out into the universe, you have to think in centuries not in decades.

A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible. There are no prima donnas in engineering.

Technology must be guided and driven by ethics if it is to do more than provide new toys for the rich.

The idea that global warming is the most important problem facing the world is total nonsense and is doing a lot of harm.

Unfortunately the global warming hysteria, as I see it, is driven by politics more than by science.

In the end it is how you fight, as much as why you fight, that makes your cause good or bad.

So long as you have courage and a sense of humor, it is never too late to start life afresh.

Technology is a gift of God. After the gift of life it is perhaps the greatest of God's gifts. It is the mother of civilizations, of arts and of sciences.

When I say 'friends, ' I use that term loosely, as I don't actually have any.

There's always a parallel story. The paths not taken go on in our heads.

The Universe mirrors you. It mirrors your thoughts, both conscious and subconscious. It mirrors your actions and reactions.

I like to think that the Internet and file sharing, if utilized properly and embraced, and I emphasize properly, is a high-powered marketing design.

It's funny, 99% of the time, haters and the 1 they hate on have everything in common and could be best friends.

When we work all over the planet, it's mostly poor and black and brown and young people, because that's mostly what the world [environmentalism] is.

The joy of joys is the person of light but unmalicious humor.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.

One can descend by imperceptible degree from the most perfect creature to the most shapeless matter, from the best-organised animal to the roughest mineral.

If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.