The universe is governed by science. But science tells us that we can't solve the equations, directly in the abstract.
That's what kept us going - a sense of absurdity, rather than humor.
Autonomy was shopped to us. We looked at the price and thought it was absurdly high.
Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.
One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.
I want everybody who is watching to come to the Academy Awards with us. I'm going to pay for the bus.
We're all part of humanity. And maybe there's something about the worst people, with the most destructive, warped minds, that is just an acceleration of something that is in quite a few of us.
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
Some accidents there are in life that a little folly is necessary to help us out of.
History teaches us to beware of the excitation of the liberated and the injustices that often accompany their righteous thirst for justice.
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice.
Yes, I am well aware that nature - or what we call nature: that totality of objects and processes that surrounds us and that alternately creates us and devours us - is neither our accomplice nor our confidant.
We can approach God's throne with boldness because we are confident in the power of what Jesus accomplished for us at the cross.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
Our physiological constitution is obviously a product of Darwinian processes, insofar as you buy the evolutional theory as a generative, as an account of the mechanism that generated us. Our physiology evolved, our behaviors evolved, and our accounts of those behaviors, both successful and unsuccessful, evolved.
Life is not accountable to us. We are accountable to life.
Our public officials have forgotten that they are ultimately accountable to the people who put them in office, that the information they keep in secrecy belongs to all of us.
Presumably what happened to Jesus was what happens to all of us when we die. We decompose. Accounts of Jesus's resurrection and ascension are about as well-documented as Jack and the Beanstalk.
