Evolution is an inference from thousands of independent sources, the only conceptual structure that can make unified sense of all this disparate information.

Among people I have met, the few whom I would term “great” all share a kind of unquestioned, fierce dedication; an utter lack of doubt about the value of their activities (or at least an internal impulse that drives through any such angst); and above all, a capacity to work (or at least to be mentally alert for unexpected insights) at every available moment of every day of their lives.

The center of human nature is rooted in ten thousand ordinary acts of kindness that define our days.

The median isn't the message.

Details are all that matters; God dwells in these and you never get to see Him if you don't struggle to get them right.

Some evolutionists will protest that we are caricaturing their view of adaptation. After all, do they not admit genetic drift, allometry, and a variety of reasons for nonadaptive evolution?

The absence of fossil evidence for intermediary stages between major transitions in organic design, indeed our inability, even in our imagination, to construct functional intermediates in many cases, has been a persistent and nagging problem for gradualist accounts of evolution.