The more comprehensible the universe becomes the more pointless it seems.

Our mistake is not that we take our theories too seriously, but that we do not take them seriously enough.

The more we refine our understanding of God to make the concept plausible, the more it seems pointless.

It is positively spooky how the physicist finds the mathematician has been there before him or her.

I'm offended by the kind of smarmy religiosity that's all around us, perhaps more in America than in Europe, and not really that harmful because it's not really that intense or even that serious, but just... you know after a while you get tired of hearing clergymen giving the invocation at various public celebrations and you feel, haven't we outgrown all this? Do we have to listen to this?

If history is any guide at all, it seems to me to suggest that there is a final theory. In this century we have seen a convergence of the arrows of explanation, like the convergence of meridians toward the North Pole.

It seems a bit unfair to my relatives to be murdered in order to provide an opportunity for free will for Germans, but even putting that aside, how does free will account for cancer? Is it an opportunity of free will for tumors?