There is a human reification needingan eschatological regression.

I’m more than this kinesthetic intelligence of us trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us.

I need to open this door of self in order to throw out everything that is useless and to save the meaning ofthe things I have to keep.

Accepting the nonexistence of being, when the absence of existence means the negation of being.

If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.

There is the fullness of our love, whereGod is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

The eternal spacecreates the temporary spacesand anti-spacesfor zero.

There are, in fact, a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive, when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where the echoes trail off almost forever the horizon.

You can understand my inner reactionsmore clearly than me because you can see me as a whole.

To the knights of faith nobody believes.

If you always point others back to biblical truth and scripture, you allow God to become the reflection for others, not you.

It is better to risk saving a guilty man than to condemn an innocent one.

I've always wanted to do non-comedies, I've always done dramas, comedies, music, and I always like to bop around and do different things.

I am always driven by the terror of humiliation.

I can be a very valuable friend to you, but you do not want me as an enemy.

The possessions of the rich are stolen property.

I would pay to have those adjudications enrolled into the federal background system so we could detect people who are mentally ill before they buy a gun. That is a real problem.

The facts of microevolution [change within the species] do not suffice for an understanding of macroevolution [theorized change from one species to another].

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!