I love the wry motto of the Paleontological Society, meant both literally and figuratively, for hammers are the main tool of our trade: Frango ut patefaciam - I break in order to reveal.

It seems the height of antiquated hubris to claim that the universe carried on as it did for billions of years in order to form a comfortable abode for us. Chance and historical contingency give the world of life most of its glory and fascination. I sit here happy to be alive and sure that some reason must exist for "why me?" Or the earth might have been totally covered with water, and an octopus might now be telling its children why the eight-legged God of all things had made such a perfect world for cephalopods.

If there is any consistent enemy of science, it is not religion, but irrationalism.

The journalistic tradition so exalts novelty and flashy discovery, as reputable and newsworthy, that standard accounts for the public not only miss the usual activity of science but also, and more unfortunately, convey a false impression about what drives research.

Pictures are not incidental frills to a text; they are essences of our distinctive way of knowing.

If genius has any common denominator, I would propose breadth of interest and the ability to construct fruitful analogies between fields.

The world, unfortunately, rarely matches our hopes and consistently refuses to behave in a reasonable manner.