When the mind grasps the universe, the senses retreat.

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

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.

History is scraps of evidence joined by the glue of imagination.

People embrace false magical theories in the hope something good will come out of them. In the most extreme of these, good comes out of them only at the end of this life, in paradise.

When the mind grasps the universe, the senses retreat.