We tend to regard ourselves as puppets of the Past, driven along by something that is always behind us.

Only words and conventions can isolate us from the entirely undefinable something which is everything.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

You will never get to the irreducible definition of anything because you will never be able to explain why you want to explain, and so on. The system will gobble itself up.

You find out that the universe is a system that creeps up on itself and says 'Boo' and then laughs at itself for jumping.

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

To be free from convention is not to spurn it but not to be deceived by it.