How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?

Phyllis explained to him, trying to give of her deeper self, 'Don't you find it so beautiful, math? Like an endless sheet of gold chains, each link locked into the one before it, the theorems and functions, one thing making the next inevitable. It's music, hanging there in the middle of space, meaning nothing but itself, and so moving...'

I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce. Mark Twain Women are an alien race set down among us.

Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.