A Candidate Is A Person Who Gets

The Horse Respects And Obeys Man Because Its Large Eyes Magnify Everything, So Man Appears Much Larger Than The Horse Itself.

Practically All Sf Is Trash.

You Climb To Reach The Summit, But Once There, Discover That All Roads Lead Down.

Of The Two Powers, The Two Categories That Take Possession Of Us When We Enter The World (from Where?), Space Is By Far The Less Mysterious. It, Too, Undergoes Transformations. Time, On The Other Hand, Is A Hostile Element, Truly Treacherous, I Would Even Say Against Human Nature.

We Are Like Snails, Each Stuck To His Own Leaf.