The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Any sufficiently crisp question can be answered by a single binary digit-0 or 1, yes or no.

In a complex universe, in a society undergoing unprecedented change, how can we find the truth if we are not willing to question everything and to give a fair hearing to everything?

We are star stuff harvesting sunlight.

This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff.

I maintain there is much more wonder in science than in pseudoscience. And in addition, to whatever measure this term has any meaning, science has the additional virtue, and it is not an inconsiderable one, of being true.