The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

Better to live one year as a tiger$$$ then a hundred as sheep.

We build dwellings and thereafter they build us.

Every universe$$$ our own included$$$ begins in conversation.

The worst waste$$$ that of time.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse$$$ what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not "the thing with feathers." The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.

Interestingly$$$ according to modern astronomers$$$ space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.

Why not? Life is short$$$ life is dull$$$ life is full of pain - and this is a chance for something special.

There is no question that there is an unseen world. The problem is$$$ how far is it from midtown and how late is it open?