I believe our future depends powerfully on how well we understand this cosmos in which we float, like a mote of dust in the morning sky.

When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.

If we can't think for ourselves, if we're unwilling to question authority, then we're just putty in the hands of those in power.

There is never only ONE of anything in nature.

We are an intelligent species and the use of our intelligence quite properly gives us pleasure. In this respect the brain is like a muscle. When we think well, we feel good. Understanding is a kind of ecstasy.

If we are to survive, our loyalties must be broadened further, to include the whole human community, the entire planet Earth.

When a honeybee dies it releases a death pheromone, a characteristic odour that signals the survivors to remove it from the hive. The corpse is promptly pushed and tugged out of the hive. The death pheromone is oleic acid. What happens if a live bee is dabbed with a drop of oleic acid? Then no matter how strapping and vigourous it might be, it is carried kicking and screaming out of the hive.