The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep.

It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.

I take a wolf's rib and whittle it sharp at both ends and coil it up and freeze it in blubber and place it out on the fairway of the bears.

Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.

The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble of events with no predictability, no r…