It's kind of fun to do the impossible.

The aim of science is to make difficult things understandable in a simpler way; the aim of poetry is to state simple things in an incomprehensible way. The two are incompatible.

You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.

I feel sad that he's just a voice now.

There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

For each ecstatic instant<br/>We must an anguish pay<br/>In keen and quivering ratio<br/>To the ecstasy.

Success is a poor teacher.

And O there are days in this life$$$ worth life and worth death.

I don't judge$$$ not even myself.