Man created the checkerboard; God created the karass.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

They tell him that there is no why, since the moment simply is and since all of them are trapped in the moment, like bugs in amber.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

I keep losing and regaining my equilibrium, which is the basic plot of all popular fiction. And I myself am a work of fiction.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

... life, by definition, is never still.