Every once in a while, something happens to you that makes you realise that the human race is not quite as bad as it so often seems to be.

By legend and perhaps by nature philosophers are more accustomed to the armchair than the workbench.

Plutonium has a quite extraordinary relationship with people. They made it, and it kills them.

Thers is this wonderful iconoclast at Rutgers, Doron Zeilberger, who says that our mathematics is the result of a random walk, by which he means what WE call mathematics. Likewise, I think, for the sciences.

Acceptance means commitment, among other things.

Molecular biology has routinely taken problematic things under its wing without altering core ideas.

The final arbitrator in philosophy is not how we think but what we do.