"The future is not something we enter. The future is something we create."
The earth's resources are finite, but human ingenuity is not.
Without food, man can live at most but a few weeks; without it, all other components of social justice are meaningless.
The poet's task is to find the eternal in the transient.
"Mathematics is the music of reason."
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.