Time, space, and causality are only metaphors of knowledge, with which we explain things to ourselves.

The job of rearing a child consists of making conscious activities unconscious.

The deeper minds of all ages have had pity for animals.

THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds.

If we lacked curiosity, we should do less for the good of our neighbor. But, under the name of duty or pity, curiosity steals into the home of the unhappy and the needy. Perhaps even in the famous mother-love there is a good deal of curiosity.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.

Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!