One thing I have seen over and over again in life is that there is virtually no correlation between intelligence and common sense. IQ doesn't seem to translate that way.

All things and all people in life have to sink or swim on their own merits, not their reputation; that just as a wise man can say a foolish thing, a fool can say something wise.

I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.

When your blood is found at the murder scene, that's the end of the ball game, there's nothing more to say.

When you look at the basis for the immortality of the soul, you have these foundationless speculations and really, no intelligent reason for believing that there's life after death.

The conspiracy community regularly seizes on one slip of the tongue, misunderstanding, or slight discrepancy to defeat twenty pieces of solid evidence; accepts one witness of theirs, even if he or she is a provable nut, as being far more credible than ten normal witnesses on the other side; treats rumors, even questions, as the equivalent of proof; leaps from the most minuscule of discoveries to the grandest of conclusions; and insists that the failure to explain everything perfectly negates all that is explained.

My only master, my only mistress are the facts and the evidence. So if I reach a conclusion, it's only because the evidence took me there.