When it comes to the environment, the invisible hand never picks up the check.

All the repetitions in the pattern were superficial; the moment was always new. It had to be lived, and then the next moment embraced as it arrived.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

You can only kill disappointment with a new try.

The word of God came down to man as rain to soil, and the result was mud, not clear water. (Bistami) Pg. 128

It is always the teacher who must learn the most... or else nothing real has happened in the exchange.

Rock is much more malleable than ideas.