We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

Show Us Not The Aim Without The Way. For Ends And Means On Earth Are So Entangled That Changing One, You Change The Other Too; Each Different Path Brings Other Ends In View

History Is A Priori Amoral; It Has No Conscience.

God Seems To Have Left The Receiver Off The Hook And Time Is Running Out.

In My Youth I Regarded The Universe As An Open Book, Printed In The Language Of Equations, Whereas Now It Appears To Me As A Text Written In Invisible Ink, Of Which In Our Rare Moments Of Grace We Are Able To Decipher A Small Segment.

The Creativity And Pathology Of The Human Mind Are, After All, Two Sides Of The Same Medal Coined In The Evolutionary Mint. The First Is Responsible For The Splendour Of Our Cathedrals, The Second For The Gargoyles That Decorate Them To Remind Us That The World Is Full Of Monsters, Devils, And Succubi.