Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

We walk the brink of racial suicide because we were smart enough to make atomic bombs and stupid enough to use them.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.