Human Kind Cannot Bear Much Reality.

Knowledge Is Invariably A Matter Of Degree: You Cannot Put Your Finger Upon Even The Simplest Datum And Say This We Know.

Would It Have Been Worth While, To Have Bitten Off The Matter With A Smile, To Have Squeezed The Universe Into A Ball To Roll It Towards Some Overwhelming Question

In The Life Of One Man, Never The Same Time Returns.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.

With Out Some Kind Of God, Man Is Not Very Intresting