At the edge of chaos, unexpected outcomes occur. The risk to survival is severe.

When I get sick, I go to my doctor like everyone else. A doctor has powerful tools that may help me. Or those tools may hurt me, make me worse. I have to decide. It's my life. It's my responsibility.

In science, the old men are usually wrong. But in politics, the old men are wise, counsel caution, and in the end are often right.

Because the history of evolution is that life escapes all barriers. Life breaks free. Life expands to new territories. Painfully, perhaps even dangerously. But life finds a way.

The nasty little apes that call themselves human beings can do nothing except run and hide.

To apply general tools to specific problems is to fail.

Each person bears a fear which is special to him. One man fears a close space and another man fears drowning; each laughs at the other and calls him stupid. Thus fear is only a preference, to be counted the same as the preference for one woman or another, or mutton for pig, or cabbage for onion.