Man Is Unique In Organizing

In Spite Of Language, In Spite Of Intelligence And Intuition And Sympathy, One Can Never Really Communicate Anything To Anybody. The Essential Substance Of Every Thought And Feeling Remains Incommunicable, Locked Up In The Impenetrable Strong-room Of The Individual Soul And Body. Our Life Is A Sentence Of Perpetual Solitary Confinement.

When Truth Is Nothing But Truth, It's Unnatural, It's An Abstraction That Resembles Nothing In The Real World.

Marble, I Perceive, Covers A Multitude Of Sins.

We Can't Allow Science To Undo Its Own Good Work.

I'd Rather Be Myself," He Said. "myself And Nasty. Not Somebody Else, However Jolly.