How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

The future is as bright as the promises of God.

The future is as bright as the promises of God.

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?

Imitation is the sincerest form of television.

Imitation is the sincerest form of television.

People see the world not as it is, but as they are.

People see the world not as it is, but as they are.

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to read more

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old read more

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.