It may be that we exist and cease to exist in alternations, like the minute dots in some forms of toned printing or the succession of pictures on a cinema film. It may be that reality is an illusion of movement in an eternal, static, multidimensional universe. We may be only a story written on the ground of the inconceivable; the pattern on a rug beneath the feet of the incomprehensible.

If after all my Atheology turns out wrong and your Theology right I feel I shall always be able to pass into Heaven (if I want to) as a friend of G.K.C.'s. Bless you.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

If anything is possible, then nothing is interesting

Money means in a thousand minds a thousand subtly different, roughly similar, systems of images, associations, suggestions and impulses.

I see knowledge increasing and human power increasing, I see everincreasing possibilities before life, and I see no limits set to it all. Existence impresses me as a perpetual dawn. Our lives, as I apprehend them, swim in expectation.

If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn't expecting it.