I Try To Imagine Someone Saying To

There Can Be No Creator, Simply Because His Grief At The Fate Of His Creation Would Be Inconceivable And Unendurable.

It Doesn't Matter How New An Idea Is: What Matters Is How New It Becomes.

One Has A Prejudice Wherever One Fears A Transformation.

There Is Nothing That Man Fears More Than The Touch Of The Unknown. He Wants To See What Is Reaching Towards Him, And To Be Able To Recognize Or At Least Classify It. Man Always Tends To Avoid Physical Contact With Anything Strange.

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.