For what are myths if not the imposing of order on phenomena that do not possess order in themselves? And all myths, however they differ from philosophical systems and scientific theories, share this with them, that they negate the principle of randomness in the world.

How do you expect to communicate with the ocean, when you can’t even understand one another?

Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.

Science is turning into a monastery for the Order of Capitulant Friars. Logical calculus is supposed to supersede man as moralist. We submit to the blackmail of the 'superior knowledge' that has the temerity to assert that nuclear war can be, by derivation, a good thing, because this follows from simple arithmetic.

Burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure.

We are like snails, each stuck to his own leaf.

Plentitude, when too plentitudinous, was worst than destitution, for obviously what could one do, if there was nothing one could not?