The Illusion That We Are Separate From

Logic Will Get You From A To B. Imagination Will Take You Everywhere.

To Take Those Fools In Clerical Garb Seriously Is To Show Them Too Much Honor.

Everything Is Determined, The Beginning As Well As The End, By Forces Over Which We Have No Control. It Is Determined For The Insect, As Well As For The Star. Human Beings, Vegetables, Or Cosmic Dust, We All Dance To A Mysterious Tune, Intoned In The Distance By An Invisible Piper.

To My Mind, To Kill In War Is Not A Whit Better Than To Commit Ordinary Murder.

Only Strong Characters Can Resist The Temptation Of Superficial Analysis.