Within ten days thou wilt seem a god to those to whom thou art now a beast and an ape, if thou wilt return to thy principles and the worship of reason.

As the senses naturally belong to the body, and the desires and affections to the soul, so do the dogmata to the understanding.

There is nothing so absurd that some philosopher has not already said it.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.

I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I would not know how ignorant I was.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything?

As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. If it is face to face, there must be two looking.

Oblivion is increasingly attractive to the young, and even to the middle-aged, since why retain your brain when no amount of thinking can even begin to solve the problem?

From this distance it does resemble fun. Fun is not knowing how it will end.

Their youngness is terrifying. How could I have put myself into the hands of such inexperience?

It was true, I took too much for granted; I trusted fate, back then.

Then I find I'm not ashamed after all. I enjoy the power; power of a dog bone, passive but there. I hope they get hard at the sight of us and have to rub themselves against the painted barriers, surreptitiously. They will suffer, later, at night, in their regimented beds. They have no outlets now except themselves, and that's a sacrilege.