The piece of equipment I'm most found off is my telescope. The other night I had a superb view of the moon.
The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
Belief in God is apparently a psychological artifact of mammalian reproduction.
It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.
Until we get rid of religion, we won't be able to conduct the search for God.
I can never look now at the Milky Way without wondering from which of those banked clouds of stars the emissaries are coming. If you will pardon so commonplace a simile, we have set off the fire alarm and have nothing to do but to wait. I do not think we will have to wait for long.