That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.

Life imitates art -- but badly.

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century.

In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.