The truth is that we all are one, that all of us together create god, that god is not man's ancestor, but his descendant.
Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.
Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.
There is only one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.
Time is round, and it rolls quickly.
God is action, complete with mistakes, fumblings, persistence, agony. God is not the power that has found eternal equilibrium, but the power that is forever breaking every equilibrium, forever searching for a higher one.