I Have Always Thought It Curious That,

The Man Who Voyages Strange Seas Must Of Necessity Be A Little Unsure Of Himself. It Is The Man With The Flashy Air Of Knowing Everything, Who Is Always With It, That We Should Beware Of.

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.

On Scientific Grounds This Big Bang Assumption Is Much Less The Palatable Of The Two. For It Is An Irrational Process That Cannot Be Described In Scientific Terms. . . . On Philosophical Grounds Too I Cannot See Any Good Reason For Preferring The Big Bang Idea. Indeed It Seems To Me In The Philosophical Sense To Be A Distinctly Unsatisfactory Notion, Since It Puts The Basic Assumption Out Of Sight Where It Can Never Be Challenged By A Direct Appeal To Observation.

It Seems To Be A Characteristic Of All Great Work That It Creators Wear A Cloak Of Imprecision.

Once I Had Learnt My Twelve Times Table (at The Age Of Three) It Was Downhill All The Way.