The individual is at the apex of his species' past, at the entrance to its future.

And if at times you renounce experience and mind's heavy logic, it seems that the world has rushed along on its orbit, leaving you alone flying above a forgotten cloud bank, somewhere in the solitude of interstellar space.

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

We are compelled to work more hours per day, receive less pay per hour, pay more for what we buy, and recieve less for what we sell. The consequence is that we must work harder and more hours per day than we should, and in the end have less than what is due to us as our part of the advantages, conveniences and opportunities resulting from advancing civilization.

At first you can stand the spotlight in your eyes. Then it blinds you. Others can see you, but you cannot see them.

Is cruelty a moral judgment if it is fundamental to forms of life? Who is man to say that the workings of nature, and therefore of the divine plan of which he himself is part, are cruel?

If one took no chances, one would not fly at all. Safety lies in the judgment of the chances one takes.