Happiness is like coke — something you get as a by-product in the process of making something else.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

The pursuit of truth is just a polite name for the intellectual's favorite pastime of substituting simple and therefore false abstractions for the living complexities of reality.

life is short and information endless: nobody has time for everything

Liberate yourselves from everything you know and look with complete innocence at this infinitely improbable thing before you.

Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning, truth and beauty can't.

Faith, it is evident, may be relied on to produce sustained action and, more rarely, sustained contemplation.