Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.
Everything you see or hear or experience in any way at all is specific to you. You create a universe by perceiving it, so everything in the universe you perceive is specific to you.
If you really want to understand something, the best way is to try and explain it to someone else.
Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
God is no longer an explanation of anything, but has instead become something that would itself need an insurmountable amount of explaining.
I’d take the awe of understanding over the awe of ignorance any day.
Driving a Porsche in London is like bringing a Ming vase to a football game.
If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a non-working cat.
It is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist. They have their own Universes of their own eyes and ears.
To give real service you must add something which cannot be bought or measured with money, and that is sincerity and integrity.
Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
For as long as he could remember, he’d suffered from a vague nagging feeling of being not all there.
You can tune a guitar, but you can’t tuna fish. Unless of course, you play bass.
There are some people you like immediately, some whom you think you might learn to like in the fullness of time, and some that you simply want to push away from you with a sharp stick.
I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously.
If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.
The world is a thing of utter inordinate complexity and richness and strangeness that is absolutely awesome.
I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you’ve never actually known what the question is.
A cup of tea would restore my normality.
What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I’d far rather be happy than right any day.