It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to read more

It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to whom abundance spells disaster, and to whom unlimited energy means unlimited power for war and destruction, there is an ominous cloud in the distance though at present it be no bigger than a man's hand.

Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive read more

Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.

Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.

Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he read more

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he wants to do.

When all men think alike, no one thinks very much.

When all men think alike, no one thinks very much.

If you focus on results, you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results.

If you focus on results, you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy. - Paradoxes.

Habit and routine have an unbelievable power to waste and destroy. - Paradoxes.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.

Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more

Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.