“We all have a thirst for wonder. It’s a deeply human quality. Science and religion are both bound up with it.”

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.

The only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.

Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.

If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.

Your god is too small for my universe.

A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars – billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.

One of the great commandments of science is: Mistrust arguments from authority.

Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.

I don’t want to believe. I want to know.

If we ruin the earth, there is no place else to go.

Plants and minerals are bound to predestination. The faithful is only bound to the Divine orders.

As someone who worked hard for a Labour victory in the 90s, do I regret it? Not really. It was bound to happen. And it’ll happen with the next government, and the one after it. Because all governments serve us. They serve the filth.

It is fortunate, I think, that nature is not bounded by human reason and by laboratory work and experimentation, for by the laws of pure reason and by microscopic investigation, it might easily have been proved, long before this, that children could not be born.

The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.

You are bound to want a player at some stage who is represented by this guy and you will have to try to work around the personality of the agent.

Put simply, the church finds itself in a post-Christendom era, and it had better do some serious reflection or face increasing decline and eventual irrelevance.

Paleontologists have tried to turn Archaeopteryx into an earth-bound, feathered dinosaur.

It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them.