Gods have many faces.

The body is like the wife to the spirit. The two must cohabit to create new forms, but their pleasures rarely coincide.

If the heart sorrows over physical loss, the spirit rejoices over hope of understanding.

Once scientists and scholars invest parts of their career in support of a paradigm, it becomes a sort of a self-betrayal to abandon it.

Gods have many faces.

Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.

Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.