In Riemann, Hilbert or in Banach space Let superscripts and subscripts go their ways. Our symptotes no longer out of phase, We shall encounter, counting, face to face.

Cannibals prefer those who have no spines.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

I hadn't known there were so many idiots in the world until I started using the Internet.

Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him.

A dream will always triumph over reality, once it is given the chance.

Science explains the world, but only Art can reconcile us to it.

Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.

The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.

Good books tell the truth, even when they're about things that never have been and never will be. They're truthful in a different way

Seduced, shaggy Samson snored. She scissored short. Sorely shorn, Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed, Silently scheming, Sightlessly seeking Some savage, spectacular suicide.

To live in a world that requires you to become someone else, being yourself is your best choice and most valuable accomplishment."-Steven Cuoco

Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose.

I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts.

Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, the chief glory of man.

There's no wrong way to meditate. And meditation should never be a difficult practice that leads to self criticism.

By acting compassionately, by helping to restore justice and to encourage peace, we are acknowledging that we are all part of one another.

she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock

You know the saying, don’t kill the messenger? Hold that thought really, really close to your hearts. (Hermes)

The silence before the words were spoken, is it different from the silence that came after?

I've always felt myself as being a serious singer.