The More We Split And Pulverise Matter

Mankind Is Still Embryonic ... [man Is] The Bud From Which Something More Complicated And More Centered Than Man Himself Should Emerge.

Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized For A Crime You Haven't Committed.

God Is Not Remote From Us. He Is At The Point Of My Pen, My (pick) Shovel, My Paint Brush, My (sewing) Needle - And My Heart And Thoughts.

Research Students Are Numbered In The Hundreds Of Thousands-soon To Be Millions -and They Are No Longer Distributed Superficially And At Random Over The Globe, But Are Functionally Linked Together In A Vast Organic System That Will Remain In The Future Indispensable To The Life Of The Community.

Since Once Again, O Lord, In The Steppes Of Asia, I Have No Bread, No Wine, No Altar, I Will Raise Myself Above Those Symbols To The Pure Majesty Of Reality, And I Will Offer To You, I, Your Priest, Upon The Altar Of The Entire Earth, The Labor And The Suffering Of The World.