I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.

I like coffee exceedingly.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

I was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit.

In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.

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

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.