The piano's world encompasses glass-nerved virtuos and stomping barrel-housers in fedoras it is a world of pasture and storm, of perfumed smoke, of liquid mathematics.

I wouldn't want the federal government dictating how I use my cameras, every community has their own issues and their own dynamics.

Being a Christian, I'm eager to introduce people to Jesus. I just don't think I should do it in the science classroom

The piano is able to communicate the subtlest universal truths by means of wood, metal and vibrating air.

We believe the ice sheet was not around all the time. It was only around during cool snaps of the climate

Whether conservative or liberal, fundamentalist or agnostic, the more students learn of biology, the more they accept evolution.

Biology is far from understanding exactly how a single cell develops into a baby, but research suggests that human development can ultimately be explained in terms of biochemistry and molecular biology. Most scientists would make a similar statement about evolution.

The scientific argument advanced for intelligent design at the Dover trial, those arguments collapsed, scientifically and intellectually

No other acoustic instrument can match the piano's expressive range, and no electric instrument can match its mystery.

Most scientists who are religious look for God in what science does understand and has explained. So the way in which my view is different from the creationists or intelligent design proponents is that I find knowledge a compelling reason to believe in God. They find ignorance a compelling reason to believe in God.

For much of history it was possible to believe that the great diversity of life on Earth was a fixed creation, that the living world had never changed. But when the first stirrings of industry demanded that fuel be dug from the earth and hillsides be leveled for roads and railways, the Earths true past was dug up in abundance.

Our own genomes carry the story of evolution, written in DNA, the language of molecular genetics, and the narrative is unmistakable.

Once upon a time, growing up male gave little boys a sense of certainty about the natural order of things. We had short hair, wore pants, and played baseball. Girls had long hair, wore skirts, and, no matter how hard they tried, always threw a baseball just like a girl.