The universe is a put-up job.

I don't see the logic of rejecting data just because they seem incredible.

There is a coherent plan to the universe, though I don't know what it's a plan for.

It is in the world of ideas and in the relation of his brain to the universe itself that the superiority of Man lies. The rise of Man may justly be described as an adventure in ideas.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

Imagine 1050 blind persons each with a scrambled Rubik's cube, and try to conceive of the chance of them all simultaneously arriving at the solved form. You then have a chance of arriving by random shuffling, of just one of the many biopolymers on which life depends. The notion that not only the biopolymers but the operating program of a living cell could be arrived at by chance in a primordial organic soup here on the Earth is evidently nonsense of a high order.

Once I had learnt my twelve times table (at the age of three) it was downhill all the way.