Your thoughts move with the deft precision of worm-tracks in the mud. — Jack Vance

There are no absolute certainties in this universe. A man must try to whip order into a yelping pack of probabilities, and uniform success is impossible.

“Truth” is contained in the preconceptions of him who seeks to define it. Any organization of ideas whatever presupposes a judgment on the world.

Speaking our language, you will understand us—and if you can think as another man thinks, you cannot dislike him.