What is the use trying to describe the flowing of a river at any one moment, and then at the next moment, and then at the next, and the next, and the next? You wear out. You say: There is a great river, and it flows through this land, and we have named it History.

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.

The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?

When in the Land of Property think like a propertarian. Dress like one, eat like one, act like one, be one.

If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. ...But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion.

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.