One Cannot Say Everything At Once.

The Fountain Has Not Played Itself Out, The Flame Still Shines, The River Still Flows, The Spring Still Bubbles Forth, The Light Has Not Faded. But Between Us And It, There Is A Veil Which Is More Like Fifty Feet Of Solid Concrete. Deus Absconditus. Or We Have Absconded.

What We Think Is Less Than What We Know; What We Know Is Less Than What We Love; What We Love Is So Much Less Than What There Is. And To That Precise Extent We Are So Much Less Than What We Are.

A Man Who Says That Men Are Machines May Be A Great Scientist. A Man Who Says He Is A Machine Is 'depersonalized' In Psychiatric Jargon.

If I Do Not Know That I Do Not Know, I Think I Know. If I Do Not Know That I Know, I Think I Do Not Know.

Conventions Are Convenient. It Is Inconvenient To Say People Are Dead When They Are Alive, Or Alive When They Have Been Buried, Or That The World Is Crumbling When It Is, As Everyone Can See, There As Usual. If All A That Does Not Fit B Is Ipso Facto Disqualified, We Have To Tailor A To Shape And Size To Avoid Serious Trouble, And Not All Are Equally Gifted In This Art.