The function of Theology? The recitation of the incomprehensible by the unspeakable to pick the pockets of the unthinking.

The function of law and theology are the same: to keep the poor from taking back by violence what the rich have stolen by cunning.

The fear of death is the beginning of slavery.

You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

The rapists of the intellectual world become politicians; the seducers become artists.

Philadelphia merely seems dull because it's next to exciting Camden, New Jersey.

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce's view of Everyman as victim.

My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.

If you truly pour your heart into what you believe in, even if it makes you vulnerable, amazing things can and will happen.

That’s the way life is sometimes: you can fix things up, but you can’t make them all better.

In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.

I founded a launch company called International Microspace when I graduated medical school in 1989. We were trying to build a microsatellite launcher.

So consumed in all your doom, trying hard to fill the emptiness.

Light at the end of the tunnel? We don't even have a tunnel; we don't even know where the tunnel is.

I rest in the light of forgiveness.

Love For All; Hatred for None

I guarantee you [Hillary Clinton] is smoking in humiliation over the idea that she needs to heal and that [Donald] Trump's the guy to do it. That was great.

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.