I believe that the arts make indispensable contributions to our understanding.

It's a very bad idea for scientific conclusions to be accepted because they fit with the political values of a group of researchers.

I'm very suspicious of the idea of a "final theory" in natural science, and the thought of a complete system of ethical rules seems even more dubious.

Philosophers ought to aspire to know lots of different things and to forge useful synthetic perspectives.

It may be hyperbolic to declare that Shakespeare teaches us more about being human than all the natural scientists combined.

The "little theme" from Vinteuil, heard by Swann as emblematic of his love for Odette, remains a point of reference for him, as the character of that love changes and as the love eventually fades.

Science literacy consists in the ability and the desire to follow reports of new scientific advances, throughout your whole life.

The theory of evolution explains to us what our ancestry has been. It does not explain away our worth. Why should we be afraid to learn more about what we are?

In ethics, we don't make progress by discovering pre-existent truths; we do so by solving problems.

The point of philosophy, as I see it, is to change thinking, and thereby to change the conversation.

I take the ethical truths to be the stable elements that emerge out of ethical progress and that are retained under further ethical progress.

None of us is born a genius, it self-ignites within us.

Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.

We have come to love darkness of religion more than seeking for the knowledge of God.

Matt is grinning at me like I'm the new Christmas toy he really wanted, but can't play with yet because he hasn't read the instructions.

I prefer a loose woman to a selfish one and a wanton to a fool.

The more conscious I was of goodness and of all that was 'sublime and beautiful,'the more deeply I sank into my mire and the more ready I was to sink in it altogether.

The whole Turkish empire is nothing else but a crust cast by Heaven's great Housekeeper to His dogs.

Vision stands on the shoulders of what is actual to get a better view of what is possible.

Time needs another minute.

Through adversity we find our heroes.