Understanding Is A Kind Of Ecstasy

[s]cience Has Itself Become A Kind Of Religion.

The Universe Seems Neither Benign Nor Hostile, Merely Indifferent.

You Can't Convince A Believer Of Anything; For Their Belief Is Not Based On Evidence, It's Based On A Deep Seated Need To Believe

It Does No Harm To The Romance Of The Sunset To Know A Little Bit About It.

The Well-meaning Contention That All Ideas Have Equal Merit Seems To Me Little Different From The Disastrous Contention That No Ideas Have Any Merit.