There's No Polite Way To

As Every Scuba Diver Knows, Panic Is Your Worst Enemy: When It Hits, Your Mind Starts To Thrash And You Are Likely To Do Something Really Stupid And Self-destructive.

Ai Makes Philosophy Honest

... There Could Be Talking Bunny Rabbits, Spiders Who Write English Messages In Their Webs, And For That Matter, Melancholy Choo-choo Trains. There Could Be, I Suppose, But There Aren't-so My Theory Doesn't Have To Explain Them.

We Need To Let Our Children Grow Up To Face The World Armed With Knowledge, With Much More Knowledge Than We Ourselves Had At Their Age. It Is Scary, But The Alternative Is Worse.

The Kindly God Who Lovingly Fashioned Each And Every One Of Us And Sprinkled The Sky With Shining Stars For Our Delight - That God Is, Like Santa Claus, A Myth Of Childhood, Not Anything [that] A Sane, Undeluded Adult Could Literally Believe In. That God Must Either Be Turned Into A Symbol For Something Less Concrete Or Abandoned Altogether.