The Funny Thing About Insane People Is

Religious Mysticism Is Intellectual Garbage. It’s A Vestige Of The Old Superstitious Dark Ages When Nobody Knew Anything...it Is One Of Those Delusions That Isn’t Called Insane Only Because There Are So Many People Involved.

The World Comes To Us In An Endless Stream Of Puzzle Pieces That We Would Like To Think All Fit Together Somehow, But That In Fact Never Do.

If There Were Only One Person In The World, Is There Any Way He Could Be Insane?

Analytic And Romantic Understanding Should Be United At A Basic Level. Reassimilate The Passions From Which The Rational Mind Fled.

What's New?" Is An Interesting And Broadening Eternal Question, But One Which, If Pursued Exclusively, Results Only In An Endless Parade Of Trivia And Fashion, The Silt Of Tomorrow.