Evolution may explain some features of the moral law, but it can't explain why it should have any real significance.

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.

What is there in this big wide world for a man to talk about with certainty besides his homeland, home and family?

People don't resist change. They resist being changed.

Most of the conversations we are ever likely to have with people are the things we do not and cannot say

Up until the time I was 31 years old, in Spain, I still didn't know how I was going to pay the rent.

Thought is a process of exaggeration. The refusal to exaggerate is not infrequently an alibi for the disinclination to think or praise.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

And I am a mockery, who was God before.

The whole world is a large Niepokalanow where the Father is God, the mother the Immaculata, the elder brother the Lord Jesus in all the tabernacles of the world, and the younger brothers the people.

Friends are honest with each other. Even if the truth hurts. -Maggie

Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.