I mean, there's no arguing. There is no anything. There is no beating around the bush. 'You're fired' is a very strong term.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

The glamour of being forbidden must not be underestimated.

Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.

There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.