For it is only in accepting death that one can truly live, and for the human animal, death has always been the great black beast from the abyss to be dreaded or defeated or avoided or hated - but never looked upon clearly face to face.
A man lusts to become a god...and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?
The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.
Oh, where does the light go when the light goes out?
We are the light inside light that fuses into the atoms of our bodies; we are the fire that whirls across the stellar deeps and dances all things into being.
Faith - what is this emotion but a desperate attempt to escape from mind-burning fear?
For us humanity was a distant goal toward which all men were moving, whose image no one knew, whose laws were nowhere written down.
Poems are the dreams of the universe crystallized in words.
Eternity and pain, pain and eternity -- they are the only two things of which the universe is made.
Any robot sufficiently intelligent to clean dishes is too intelligent to clean dishes.
You must remember that an oak tree is not a crime against the acorn.
All living things are afraid to die. No, you're exactly wrong, the only truly alive beings are those unafraid to die.