You cannot be both sane and well educated and disbelieve in evolution. The evidence is so strong that any sane, educated person has got to believe in evolution.

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.

objectivity is subjective

Courage is not having the strength to go on

If you don't care for obscenity, you don't care for the truth.

One must in this lower world love many things to know finally what one loves the best.

All life on earth emanates from the green of the plant

There are so many great directors that I haven't worked with and that I would love to work with.

Base stealing for me is another sport all by itself. It's a game within a game. I'm the mouse and the cats are trying to trap me.

I am a great believer in planning- economic, social, political, military, total world planning.

The sociability of artists is a paradoxical and precarious thing, and ceases the instant they begin their actual artistic work.

Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?