Once I Had Learnt My Twelve Times

Religion Is But A Desperate Attempt To Find An Escape From The Truly Dreadful Situation In Which We Find Ourselves. Here We Are In This Wholly Fantastic Universe With Scarcely A Clue As To Whether Our Existence Has Any Real Significance. No Wonder Then That Many People Feel The Need For Some Belief That Gives Them A Sense Of Security, And No Wonder That They Become Very Angry With People Like Me Who Say That This Is Illusory.

The Notion That Not Only The Biopolymer But The Operating Program Of A Living Cell Could Be Arrived At By Chance In A Primordial Organic Soup Here On The Earth Is Evidently Nonsense Of A High Order.

When I Was Young, The Old Regarded Me As An Outrageous Young Fellow, And Now That I'm Old The Young Regard Me As An Outrageous Old Fellow.

Science Is Prediction, Not Explanation.

I Have Little Hesitation In Saying That As A Result A Sickly Pall Now Hangs Over The Big Bang Theory. As I Have Mentioned Earlier, When A Pattern Of Facts Becomes Set Against A Theory, Experience Shows That It Rarely Recovers.