Great minds struggle to cure diseases so that people may live longer, but only madmen ask why. One lives longer in order that he may live longer. There is no other purpose.

New York has always been going to hell but somehow it never gets there.

Stuckness shouldn't be avoided. It's the psychic predecessor of all real understanding. An egoless acceptance of stuckness is a key to an understanding of all Quality, in mechanical work as in other endeavors.

I suppose philosophy is historically not a woman's game, though that is changing.

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, go away, I'm looking for the truth, and it goes away. Puzzling.

Within a Metaphysics of Quality, science is a set of static intellectual patterns describing this reality, but the patterns are not the reality they describe.