The fact that somebody does good doesn't make their beliefs true.

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.

About writing:The trick is to make sure you love what you've produced--to Believe..in order to convince.

The life of the law has not been logic: it has been experience.

Many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.

The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else.

Symbols are to the mind what tools are to the hand--an extended application of its powers.

Jewels! It's my belief that when woman was made, jewels were invented only to make her the more mischievous.

1967 race in Boston changed not just my life, but millions of women's lives. There are also things that, when you get older, resonate more.

The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.

Life is singing also in the sand crunching under the slow and heavy steps of the guards, when we know how to listen to it.

My audience knows me, and I wear beautiful clothes as a badge of honor. They remember where I came from.