When analytic thought, the knife, is applied to experience, something is always killed in the process.

For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.

The funny thing about insane people is that it is kind of the opposite of being a celebrity. Nobody envies you.

The major producer of the social chaos, the indeterminacy of thought and values that rational knowledge is supposed to eliminate, is none other than science itself.

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

Data without generalization is just gossip.

Who really can face the future? All you can do is project from the past, even when the past shows that such projections are often wrong. And who really can forget the past? What else is there to know?