I Think, Therefore I'm Going

I Have Taken The Stand That Nobody Can Be Always Wrong, But It Does Seem To Me That I Have Approximated So Highly That I Am Nothing Short Of A Negative Genius.

The Fate Of All Explanation Is To Close One Door Only To Have Another Fly Wide Open.

It Is Not Possible To Define. Nothing Has Ever Been Finally Found Out. Because There Is Nothing Final To Find Out.

Peasants Have Believed In Dowsing, And Scientists Used To Believe That Dowsing Was Only A Belief Of Peasants. Now There Are So Many Scientists Who Believe In Dowsing That The Suspicion Comes To Me That It May Only Be A Myth After All.

My Liveliest Interest Is Not So Much In Things, As In Relations Of Things. I Have Spent Much Time Thinking About The Alleged Pseudo-relations That Are Called Coincidences. What If Some Of Them Should Not Be Coincidences?