Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy - love which creates life?

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilisation reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?

There is no limit to the amount of intelligence invested in ignorance when the need for illusion runs deep.

The end product of the successful preacher's input is transformation.

Shroud of dust now covers the beautiful earth, wonder when we respire in the fresh air of verdure.

First of all I trust my own instinct, experience that I gained over years and feeling when the moment is right for buying shares. That is what one calls intuition.

The smell of rain is rich with life.

I like playing the stuff where I don´t know what I´m gonna play. Like the end of Fake Plastic Trees or the end of Paranoid Android - stuff where I can do anything and no one notices or cares.

As you learn more and more about the irrelevance of human life to the general mechanism of the universe, the idea of an interested god, becomes increasingly implausible.

Yes I think I'm okay, walked into the door again.

Silverfish looked down. "Oh. Are you a dwarf?" Cuddy gave him a blank stare. "Are you a giant?" he said. "Me? Of course not!" "Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes."

In all your relations to men be great, just, generous, courteous, and kindly. The great are never otherwise.