I am given a message to deliver to a general. I ride and ride, but the general's headquarters seem to get farther and farther away. Finally, a giant black panther leaps upon me and devours my mind and heart. This puts a terrific crimp in my evening. No matter how hard I try, I cannot catch the general, whom I see running in the distance in his shorts and whispering the word "nutmeg" to his enemies.
It is impossible to experience one's own death objectively and still carry a tune.
The universe is merely a fleeting idea in God's mind--a pretty uncomfortable thought, particularly if you've just made a down payment on a house.
Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you're dressed for it.
If only Dionysus were alive! Where would he eat?
Not only is there no God, but try getting a plumber on weekends.
A. C. Swinburne
One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is: Surely this is not that: but that is assuredly this.