There is in this Universe much of what seems to be design.

We live in a vast and awesome universe in which, daily, suns are made and worlds destroyed, where humanity clings to an obscure clod of rock.

Better by far to embrace the hard truth than a reassuring fable. If we crave some cosmic purpose, then let us find ourselves a worthy goal.

What a marvelous cooperative arrangement - plants and animals each inhaling each other's exhalations, a kind of planet-wide mutual mouth-to-stoma resuscitation, the entire elegant cycle powered by a star 150 million kilometers away.

The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff

A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism.

If we say that God has always been, why not save a step and conclude that the universe has always been?