“So next time someone complains that you have made a mistake, tell him that may be a good thing. Because without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.”

It is all right to make mistakes; nothing is perfect because with perfection, we would not exist.

What I have done is to show that it is possible for the way the universe began to be determined by the laws of science.

I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark.

Nothing cannot exist forever.

Mankind’s greatest achievements have come about by talking and its greatest failures by not talking. It doesn’t have to be like this.

It is not clear that intelligence has any long-term survival value.

A person who smiles in the face of adversity, probably has a scapegoat.

I believe things cannot make themselves impossible.

Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.

Our only chance of long-term survival is not to remain lurking on planet Earth, but to spread out into space.

I’m really easy to get along with once you see it my way.

We live in the most probable of all possible worlds.

We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.

Science is beautiful when it makes simple explanations of phenomena or connections between different observations.

The meaning in life is not out there but in between our ears. In many ways this makes us the lords of creation.

One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.

The moment you start complaining, you are already not taking into consideration all the good things Allah [God] has given you.

Never complain. Never explain.

By and large, I have come to see that if we complain about life, it is because we are thinking only of ourselves.

Don’t moan, don’t whine, don’t blame. Just get on with it.

It is absurd for the Evolutionist to complain that it is unthinkable for an admittedly unthinkable God to make everything out of nothing and then pretend that it is more thinkable that nothing should turn itself into everything.

My whole life I have been complaining that my work was constantly interrupted, until I discovered that my interruptions were my work.

The woman’s position in the world today is so much harder than a man’s that it makes me choke every time I hear a man complain about anything.

You can complain about what you can’t change or you can focus on what you can change.