To Rest Upon A Formula Is A

I Think It Not Improbable That Man, Like The Grub That Prepares A Chamber For The Winged Thing It Never Has Seen But Is To Be - That Man May Have Cosmic Destinies That He Does Not Understand.

If I Were Dying, My Last Words Would Be: Have Faith And Pursue The Unknown End.

If I Had A Formula For Bypassing Trouble, I Would Not Pass It Around. Trouble Creates A Capacity To Handle It.

If You Don't Know What You Want, You Will Probably Never Get It.

We Are All Tattooed In Our Cradles With The Beliefs Of Our Tribe; The Record May Seem Superficial, But It Is Indelible.