I Not Only Have A Body; I

But A Science Is Exact To The Extent That Its Method Measures Up To And Is Adequate To Its Object.

You Know You Have Loved Someone When You Have Glimpsed In Them That Which Is Too Beautiful To Die.

A Mystery Is A Problem That Encroaches Upon Itself Because The Questioner Becomes The Object Of The Question. Getting To Mars Is A Problem. Falling In Love Is A Mystery.

The Dynamic Element In My Philosophy, Taken As A Whole, Can Be Seen As An Obstinate And Untiring Battle Against The Spirit Of Abstraction.

The Wise Man Knows How To Run His Life So That Contemplation Is Possible.