Any suggestion that science and religion are incompatible flies in the face of history, logic, and common sense.

The piano's world encompasses glass-nerved virtuos and stomping barrel-housers in fedoras; it is a world of pasture and storm, of perfumed smoke, of liquid mathematics.

The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air.

No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.

I am always struck by the fact that human awareness of our place in nature, like so much of modern science, began with the Industrial Revolution.

Our own genomes carry the story of evolution, written in DNA, the language of molecular genetics, and the narrative is unmistakable.

Science is about nature. And God, if he exists, transcends nature.

Being a Christian, I'm eager to introduce people to Jesus. I just don't think I should do it in the science classroom

The scientific argument advanced for intelligent design at the Dover trial, those arguments collapsed, scientifically and intellectually

The argument for intelligent design basically depends on saying, 'You haven't answered every question with evolution,'... Well, guess what? Science can't answer every question

We don't regard any scientific theory as the absolute truth

The worst loss for any country is not the infrastructure or the buildings or the material loss; actually, it's the human resources loss.

Philosophy seems to me on the whole a rather hopeless business.

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?

If you already know how to make your dream come true, then you're thinking too small.

I remember in the old days, when we were promoting a show, we'd be out taping flyers to high-school lockers. Now you just announce the show online, and it's a full house.

You kin tame a bear. You kin tame a wild-cat and you kin tame a panther. ... You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

In the dark, equality for all of mankind couldn't seem brighter.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

If you read my books, especially the Star Trek books and the Quest for Tomorrow books, you'll see in them the core theme of the basic humanistic questions that Star Trek asked.