I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue.

If intelligence is our only edge, we must learn to use it better, to shape it, to understand its limitations and deficiencies -- to use it as cats use stealth, as katydids use camouflage -- to make it the tool of our survival.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

Except in pure mathematics, nothing is known for certain (although much is certainly false).

Human history can be viewed as a slowly dawning awareness that we are members of a larger group Groups of people from divergent ethnic and cultural backgrounds working in some sense together [is] surely a humanizing and character building experience. If we are to survive, our loyalties must be broadened further, to include the whole human community, the entire planet Earth.

Much of human history can, I think, be described as a gradual and sometimes painful liberation from provincialism, the emerging awareness that there is more to the world than was generally believed by our ancestors.

Who will speak for Planet Earth?