Cloquet hated reality but realized it was still the only place to get a good steak. – Woody Allen
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought – particularly for people who cannot remember where they left things. – Woody Allen
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? – Woody Allen
What was once called the objective world is a sort of Rorschach ink blot, into which each culture, each system of science and religion, each type of personality, reads a meaning only remotely derived from the shape and color of the blot itself. – Lewis Mumford, “Orientation to Life,” The Conduct of Life, 1951