Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.

I never liked the idea of doing what a machine says. I hate having to salute something built in a factory.

Human has always striven to retain the past, to keep it convincing; there's nothing wicked in that. Without it we have no continuity; we have only the moment. And, deprived of the past, the moment - the present - has little meaning, if any.

This is a mournful discovery. 1)Those who agree with you are insane 2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.

We do not have an ideal world, such as we would like, where morality is easy because cognition is easy. Where one can do right with no effort because he can detect the obvious.

How much of what we call 'reality' is actually out there or rather within our own head?

The most dangerous kind of person... is one who is afraid of his own shadow.