If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of creation it would appear that God has an inordinate fondness for stars and beetles.

An attempt to study the evolution of living organisms without reference to cytology would be as futile as an account of stellar evolution which ignored spectroscopy.

Money can buy a fine dog but it is kindness that makes him wag his tail.

Capitalism, though it may not always give the scientific worker a living wage, will always protect him, as being one of the geese which produce golden eggs for its table.

This is my prediction for the future: Whatever hasn't happened will happen, and no one will be safe from it.

The aeroplane will never fly.

Teleology is like a mistress to a biologist: he cannot live without her but he's unwilling to be seen with her in public.

Science is vastly more stimulating to the imagination than the classics.

Man armed with science is like a baby with a box of matches.

The wise man regulates his conduct by the theories both of religion and science. But he regards these theories not as statements of ultimate fact but as art-forms.

Christianity is haunted by the theory of a God with a craving for bloody sacrifices.

Every society has the criminals that it deserves.

You never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them.

Buddhism is the study of changing who we are, modifying or perhaps totally restructuring ourselves as perceivers.

We fell. We got up. We ran.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It’s those that bring us grief that linger.

Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.

I've discovered that every time I've reached a milestone I think I'm there, but there's another there waiting for me.

We best defend the Lord's glory by speaking first TO Him about unbelieving men rather than speaking first ABOUT Him to unbelieving men.

Live the Dream, Dream the Fish