From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.

The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.

That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

The ignorant and the deluded are, I think, in a strange way to be envied. That which is not known of does not trouble us, while an imagined but insubstantial peril does not harm us. To know the truths behind reality is a far greater burden.

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon.

Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.

I like coffee exceedingly.