We are all made up of star stuff.

It would be wryly interesting if in human history the cultivation of marijuana led generally to the invention of agriculture, and thereby to civilization.

Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of magic.

Religions are often state-protected nurseries of pseudoscience, although there's no reason why religions have to play that role. In a way, it's an artefact from times long gone.

I would suggest that science is, at least in my part, informed worship.

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.

The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean.