We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul.

I think to think. Not to be thought-full, or to reach a point of wisdom or acquire a grace of knowledge. I think for the sensuality of thought.

To want to tackle everything rationally is irrational.

we are finite, in that we are a product and source of the infinite.

The only kind of universe that I can even begin to conceive is an inconceivable one.

If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable