False beliefs can be every bit as consoling as true ones, right up until the moment of disillusionment.

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.

Joblessness gives you life ownership

Be disciplined and effective in your relationship with God

Under every friendship there is a difficult sentence that must be said, in order that the friendship can be survived.

Life happens. There is no point in being upset or down about things we can't control or change.

When you get older, you're running out of time. You care more about trying to stay on the planet a little longer, so you can learn how to draw better!

I grew up in the Lower East Side of New York.

I've never been poor, only broke. Being poor is a frame of mind. Being broke is only a temporary situation.

Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.

It is the medium, or the specific configuration of the medium, that we call a work of art that brings feeling into being.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.