Civilization has imposed countless restrictions and conventions on each of us, with the result that the subconscious in the majority of us has become a storage room without a key. We are forced to suppress or forget so many events and ideas and thoughts that those to which we should have access are lost in the welter. However, there are people who seem capable of unlocking this part of their minds and extracting relevant information.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

People, alas, are more impressed by statistics than they are by ideas.

If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.

When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I'm inclined not to believe any of them.

To the uneducated eye, as to the incurious mind, much of the world is in darkness, and a thousand songs are lost on the unlistening ear.

I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.