Because you're not thinking about existence and being, you're not really thinking at all.

Perhaps the greatest myth being purveyed, is that myths are just myths.

...Khufu who is believed to have been the pharaoh who commissioned the building of the great pyramid at Giza.

We have forgotten that our sovereign duty is to leave the world in a better condition than when we each entered it

We must move "out of our mind" and dwell in our consciousness.

The Romans dominated Egypt for four hundred years, from the time of Augustus (30 BC to 395 AD).

[...] evidence is now coming out showing that Egypt was colonized by Western people over 15,000 years ago.

It is still an act of academic heresy to regard Egypt as the cradle of civilization and originator of Jewish and Christian religious traditions.

We don't really think that man is that immoral, we don't think that man of his own nature would run around...fighting wars and building napalm bombs...so maybe there's something else going on

In the vast majority of cases the secret society symbolism hearkens from two places - Ireland and Egypt.

The origins of Judeo-Christianity are to be found in Egypt.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.

I said last week that the number on Jean's back does not matter. He stays effective as a runner, decision-maker and leader.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

How to raise this dead level of theistic belief is really a matter of life and death for all denominations. Therefore their tolerance; but it is a tolerance not of understanding; but of weakness.

The really royal calling of the philosopher (as expressed by Alcuin the Anglo-Saxon): To correct what is wrong, and strengthen the right, and raise what is holy.

Acting with creatures that aren't there is kind like acting with an actor who refuses to come out of his trailer. You still have to go on and do the scene.

The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.

Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!

The entire world would perish, if pity were not to limit anger.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.