Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

You know you've achieved perfection in design,
Not when you have nothing more to add,
But when you have read more

You know you've achieved perfection in design,
Not when you have nothing more to add,
But when you have nothing more to take away.

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or read more

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.

I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.

Adventure upon all the tickets in the lottery, and you lose for certain; and the greater the number of your read more

Adventure upon all the tickets in the lottery, and you lose for certain; and the greater the number of your tickets the nearer your approach to this certainty.

I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a read more

I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale.

Globalization, as defined by rich people like us, is a very nice thing... you are talking about the Internet, you read more

Globalization, as defined by rich people like us, is a very nice thing... you are talking about the Internet, you are talking about cell phones, you are talking about computers. This doesn't affect two-thirds of the people of the world.

But beyond the bright searchlights of science,
Out of sight of the windows of sense,
Old riddles read more

But beyond the bright searchlights of science,
Out of sight of the windows of sense,
Old riddles still bid us defiance,
Old questions of Why and of Whence.