The number of hypotheses available to explain any given phenomenon is infinite.

We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.

One thing about pioneers that you don't hear mentioned is that they are invariably, by their nature, mess-makers. They go forging ahead, seeing only their noble, distant goal, and never notice any of the crud and debris they leave behind them.

Schools teach you to imitate. If you don't imitate what the teacher wants you get a bad grade. Here, in college, it was more sophisticated, of course; you were supposed to imitate the teacher in such a way as to convince the teacher you were not imitating, but taking the essence of the instruction and going ahead with it on your own. That got you A's. Originality on the other hand could get you anything -- from A to F. The whole grading system cautioned against it.

The Good was not a form of reality. It was reality itself, ever-changing, ultimately unknowable in any kind of fixed, rigid way.

It's better to live with a sad truth than with all the happy progress talk you get up here in the North.

(What makes his world so hard to see clearly is not its strangeness but its usualness).Familiarity can blind you too.