he threw up his hands and wrote the Universe dont exist and died to prove it

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

What if I said, there was a way

Whoosh! went the bluebird of sarcasm, zooming miles above Dale’s head.

You can’t go on “seeing through” things forever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something through it. To “see through” all things is the same as not to see.

It wasn't the Supreme Court that expelled God from our public school classrooms. It was the textbook publishers.

In schoolbooks and in literature we can separate ecclesiastical and political history; in the life of mankind they are intertwined.

We believe in individual merit as a means of gaining salvation

There is a force, a quickness that is translated through you into action. If you block it, the world will not have it.

Neil Hamburger writes such cutting jokes.

The future is here - it just has not been uniformly distributed.