We fret too much over the contradictions among our beliefs, in the unlikely event that we notice them at all.
Operations of thought are like cavalry charges in a battle — they are strictly limited in number, require fresh horses, and must only be made at decisive moments.
No one would pay an anecdote any mind if its plural were data.
God paradoxes are only infinity paradoxes in clerical garb.
The fugitive thought, ungrasped, will return, unimproved.
Is it the imminent destruction of the world you mourn, or the accomplished destruction of how you thought about it?
A suppressed idea mutates to ever more virulent forms; these are then invoked to justify its continued suppression.
By the time you know all the answers you no longer believe them.
Believing that nothing is true permits you to believe that anything is possible.
People resent being told what to think, but they scarcely notice being told what to think about.
No shades of gray without black and white.