At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile

The freedom to create is somehow linked with facility of access to those obscure regions below the conscious mind.

The creature called man has a strange history. He is not of one piece, nor was he born of a single moment in time. His elementary substance is stardust almost as old as the universe.

Each and all, we are riding into the dark. Even living, we cannot remember half the events of our own days.

In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.

Choices, more choices than we like afterward to believe, are made far backward in the innocence of childhood.

I am not nearly so interested in what monkey man was derived from as I am in what kind of monkey he is to become.