I Have No Particular Talent. I Am

When I Examine Myself And My Methods Of Thought, I Come To The Conclusion That The Gift Of Fantasy Has Meant More To Me Than Any Talent For Abstract, Positive Knowledge.

What We Don't Know Is Much More Than What We Know.

I See A Pattern, But My Imagination Cannot Picture The Maker Of That Pattern. I See A Clock, But I Cannot Envision The Clockmaker. The Human Mind Is Unable To Conceive Of The Four Dimensions, So How Can It Conceive Of A God, Before Whom A Thousand Years And A Thousand Dimensions Are As One?

The Stupid Are Invincible.

I Always Found I Was In The Best Of Company, Alone.