If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.

If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more

There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?

The world is a living image of God.

The world is a living image of God.

Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false.

Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false.

Write down the most important things you have to do tomorrow. Now, number them in the order of their true read more

Write down the most important things you have to do tomorrow. Now, number them in the order of their true importance. The first thing tomorrow morning, start working on an item Number 1, and stay with it until completed. Then take item Number the same way. Then Num!, and so on. Don't worry if you don't complete everything on the schedule. At least you will have completed the most important projects before getting to the less important ones.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

There is nothing certain except the unforeseen.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.