I Belong To Those Theoreticians Who Know

Thus You Can Throw Yourself Flat On The Ground, Stretched Out Upon Mother Earth, With The Certain Conviction That You Are One With Her And She With You. You Are As Firmly Established, As Invulnerable As She, Indeed A Thousand Times Firmer And More Invulnerable. As Surely As She Will Engulf You Tomorrow, So Surely Will She Bring You Forth Anew To The New Striving And Suffering. And Not Merely "some Day." Now, Today, Every Day She Is Bringing You Forth, Not Once But Thousands Upon Thousands Of Times, Just As Every Day She Engulfs You A Thousand Times Over.

The Present Is The Only Thing That Has No End.

The Multiplicity Is Only Apparent. This Is The Doctrine Of The Upanishads. And Not Of The Upanishads Only. The Mystical Experience Of The Union With God Regularly Leads To This View, Unless Strong Prejudices Stand In The Way.

I Know Not Whence I Came, Nor Whither I Go, Nor Who I Am.

The Essential Feature Of Statistics Is A Prudent And Systematic Ignoring Of Details.