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.

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.

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

There is no controversy within science over the core proposition of evolutionary theory.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth, --The sweeping up the heart, And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity

I understand that SPEED is an indispensable quality but I discovered lately that WAITING also works most times with even better results.

We're playing for our lives now.

The old saying that war is a racket has taken on an even more shameful meaning.

Music is edifying, for from time to time it sets the soul in operation.

and now we get to the hard part. the endings, the farewells, and the famous last words. if you don't hear from me often, remember that you're in my thoughts.

My gift and my curse is that I really want to be loved. What drives me to make music is love - whether it's shallow or deep or whatever. I want to do things that make people love me.

I grew up in Columbus, Indiana, a kind of industrial and farmland place.

The experiential test of whether this art is great or good, or minor or abysmal is the effect it has on your own sense of the world and of yourself. Great art changes you.