Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

The height of mediocrity is still low.

You are not going to find yourself anywhere except right where you are.

Which came first - the observer or the particle?

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

Fame is not the glory! Virtue is the goal, and fame only a messenger, to bring more to the fold.

How do we define consciousness, or what has been called the human soul or the spirit, if it can't be quantified as matter or a particle?.. It can be quantified or observed just by a process of elimination.