All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.

We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if mankind is to survive.

No-one has ever called me a cool dude. I'm somewhere between geek and normal.

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?

We cannot attribute to fortune or virtue that which is achieved without either.