Time Is Not A Road

It's No Good. I've Been Trying To Sleep For The Last Half-hour, And I Can't. Writing Here Is A Sort Of Drug. It's The Only Thing I Look Forward To. This Afternoon I Read What I Wrote... And It Seemed Vivid. I Know It Seems Vivid Because My Imagination Fills In All The Bits Another Person Wouldn't Understand. I Mean, It's Vanity. But It Seems A Sort Of Magic... And I Just Can't Live In This Present. I Would Go Mad If I Did

If A Person Is Intelligent, Then Of Course He Is Either An Agnostic Or An Atheist. Just As He Is A Physical Coward. They Are Automatic Definitions Of High Intelligence.

Our Accepting What We Are Must Always Inhibit Our Being What We Ought To Be.

The Privileges Of Knowledge Have To Be Bought At The Cost Of The Consolations Of Ignorance.

The Most Important Questions In Life Can Never Be Answered By Anyone Except Oneself.