Awe consumes any brand that ignites it.

What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.

Paradise is only for those who have already been there.

Awe consumes any brand that ignites it.

The imagination is a species of knowledge, knowledge that can take the form of discovery.

I'm not afraid of facts, I welcome facts but a congeries of facts is not equivalent to an idea. This is the essential fallacy of the so-called "scientific" mind. People who mistake facts for ideas are incomplete thinkers; they are gossips.

In real life wishing, divorced from willing, is sterile and begets nothing.