Now the stream of our common consciousness seems to be obliterating its own banks, losing its central direction and purpose, flooding the lowlands, disconnecting and isolating the highlands and to no particular purpose other than the wasteful fulfillment of its own internal momentum

To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.

When you look directly at an insane man all you see is a reflection of your own knowledge that he's insane, which is not to see him at all.

The range of human knowledge today is so great that we're all specialists and the distance between specializations has become so great that anyone who seeks to wander freely between them almost has to forego closeness with the people around him.

If your mind is truly, profoundly stuck, then it might be much better off than when it was loaded with ideas

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.

We want to make good time, but for us now this is measured with the emphasis on "good" rather than on "time".