Reality, no matter how utopian, seems to be something people need to frequently take a holiday from.

There's only one effectively redemptive sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-will to make room for the knowledge of God.

Everyone thinks this way at some point. The important thing is to power through and get to learning. If you really don't have the time Let Me Handle Your Analytics.

Something that had been a single cell, a cluster of cells, a little sac of tissue, a kind of worm, a potential fish with gills, stirred in her womb and would one day become a man--a grown man, suffering and enjoying, loving and hating, thinking, remembering, imagining. And what had been a blob of jelly within her body would invent a god and worship; what had been a kind of fish would create, and, having created, would become the battleground of disputing good and evil; what had blindly lived in her as a parasitic worm would look at the stars, would listen to music, would read poetry.

Beware of being too rational. In the country of the insane, the integrated man doesn't become king. He gets lynched.

I'm claiming the right to be unhappy.

Man must learn to simplify, but not to the point of falsification.