To those who are trained in science, creationism seems a bad dream, a sudden coming back to life of a nightmare, a renewed march of an Army of the Night risen to challenge free thought and enlightenment.

One might accept death reasoningly, with every aspect of the conscious mind, but the body was a brute beast that knew nothing of reason.

There is a single light of science, and to brighten it anywhere is to brighten it everywhere.

My feeling is, quite simply, that if there is a God, He has done such a bad job that he isn't worth discussing.

To insult someone we call him 'bestial. For deliberate cruelty and nature, 'human' might be the greater insult.

What would I do if I knew I only had six months to live? Type faster.

I don't expect to live forever, nor do I repine over that, but I am weak enough to want to be remembered forever. - Yet how few of those who have lived, even of those who have accomplished far more than I have, linger on in world memory for even a single century after death