Have they discovered evolution yet?

Alister McGrath has now written two books with my name in the title. The poet W. B. Yeats, when asked to say something about bad poets who made a living by parasitizing him, wrote the splendid line, 'was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

The chicken is only an egg’s way for making another egg.

Science is the disinterested search for the objective truth about the material world.

It often turns out on closer inspection that acts of apparent altruism are really selfishness in disguise.

There's real poetry in the real world. Science is the poetry of reality.

The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that music and poetry can deliver. It is truly one of the things that make life worth living and it does so, if anything, more effectively if it convinces us that the time we have for living is quite finite.