Safety Razors Make It Hard To Grow

Happiness, I Think, Lies On The Surface... When One Plunges Under The Surface All The Buoyant Things Disappear, And The Farther Down One Gets The More Cold And Dark It Seems: And The More Oppressive Space Feels.

Every Transformation Of Humanity Has Rested Upon Deep Stirrings And Intuitions, Whose Rationalized Expression Takes The Form Of A New Picture Of The Cosmos And The Nature Of The Human.

The Mind Reproduces Itself By Transmitting Its Symbols To Other Intermediaries, Human And Mechanical, Than The Particular Brain That First Assembled Them.

Deliberately, On Every Historic Occasion, We Piously Fake Events For The Benefit Of Photographers, While The Actual Event Often Occurs In A Different Fashion; And We Have The Effrontery To Call These Artful Dress Rehearsals Authentic Historic Documents.

The Vast Material Displacements The Machine Has Made In Our Physical Environment Are Perhaps In The Long Run Less Important Than Its Spiritual Contributions To Our Culture.