“Science is a way to not fool ourselves.”

Those at too great a distance may, I am well are, mistake ignorance for perspective.

Arguments from authority carry little weight, authorities have made mistakes in the past. They will do so again in the future. Perhaps a better way to say it is that in science there are no authorities; at most, there are experts.

Other things being equal, it is better to be smart than to be stupid.

I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.

Don’t judge everyone else by your own limited experience.

The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.

People are not stupid. They believe things for reasons.

There are as many atoms in one molecule of DNA as there are stars in a typical galaxy.

Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.

There are as many atoms in one molecule of DNA as there are stars in a typical galaxy.

Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.

The cure for a fallacious argument is a better argument, not the suppression of ideas.

Where we have strong emotions, we’re liable to fool ourselves.

Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

An atheist is someone who is certain that God does not exist, someone who has compelling evidence against the existence of God.

In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.

It’s the actors who are prepared to make fools of themselves who are usually the ones who come to mean something to the audience.

Gratitude is a fool’s word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

Halloween is a day when we all get to fool people into thinking we’re someone else. Or as Mitt Romney calls it, campaigning.

The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.

The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.

Why not make an end of it all? My life is a succession of griefs and bitter feelings. What is death? A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.

Men and women with freed minds may often be mistaken, but they are seldom fooled. They may be influenced, but they cannot be intimidated. They may be perplexed, but they will never be lost.