The Brain Abhors Discrepancies.

The Minute You Succumb To Outside Pressure, You Cease To Be Creative.

Even Though Its Common Knowledge These Days, It Never Ceases To Amaze Me That All The Richness Of Our Mental Life - All Our Feelings, Our Emotions, Our Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Love Life, Our Religious Sentiments And Even What Each Of Us Regards Us His Own Intimate Private Self - Is Simply The Activity Of These Little Specks Of Jelly In Your Head, In Your Brain. There Is Nothing Else.

Any Ape Can Reach For A Banana, But Only Humans Can Reach For The Stars.

A Genius Is Somebody Who Seemingly Just Reaches Out Of Nowhere.

We Are Not Angels, We Are Merely Sophisticated Apes. Yet We Feel Like Angels Trapped Inside The Bodies Of Beasts, Craving Transcendence And All The Time Trying To Spread Our Wings And Fly Off, And It's Really A Very Odd Predicament To Be In, If You Think About It.