The Devil Craps On The Big Pile

That Which Is Impenetrable To Us Really Exists. Behind The Secrets Of Nature Remains Something Subtle, Intangible, And Inexplicable. Veneration For This Force Beyond Anything That We Can Comprehend Is My Religion.

Brief Is This Existence, As A Visit In A Strange House. The Path To Be Pursued Is Poorly Lit By A Flickering Consciousness.

The Future Is An Unknown, But A Somewhat Predictable Unknown. To Look To The Future We Must First Look Back Upon The Past. That Is Where The Seeds Of The Future Were Planted. I Never Think Of The Future. It Comes Soon Enough.

Man, Surrounded By Facts, Permitting Himself No Surprise, No Intuitive Flash, No Great Hypothesis, No Risk, Is In A Locked Cell. Ignorance Cannot Seal The Mind And Imagination More Securely.

Were I Wrong, One Professor Would Have Been Enough.