Information Is Not Knowledge.

There Are Times When One Feels Liberated From One’s Limits And Human Imperfections. At Such Moments, We See Ourselves There, In A Little Corner Of Our Little Planet, Our Eyes Fixed In Wonder On The Cold And Yet Deep Beauty Of That Which Is Eternal, That Which Is Elusive. Life And Death Are Fused Together And There Is No Evolution, Nor Destination, There Is Only Being.

If The Moon, In The Act Of Completing Its Eternal Way Around The Earth, Were Gifted With Self-consciousness, It Would Feel Thoroughly Convinced That It Was Traveling Its Way Of Its Own Accord On The Strength Of A Resolution Taken Once And For All. So Would A Being, Endowed With Higher Insight And More Perfect Intelligence, Watching Man And His Doings, Smile About Man's Illusion That He Was Acting According To His Own Free Will.

The World Is In Greater Peril From Those Who Tolerate Or Encourage Evil Than From Those Who Actually Commit It.

When The Number Of Factors Coming Into Play In A Phenomenological Complex Is Too Large Scientific Method In Most Cases Fails. One Need Only Think Of The Weather, In Which Case The Prediction Even For A Few Days Ahead Is Impossible.

The Idea Of Achieving Security Through National Armament Is, At The Present State Of Military Technique, A Disastrous Illusion.