James Rozoff

Science is the process of obscuring the marvelous with explanations.

No, not conquer, that is too foolish a world. Any man who scales a mountain is still but a man, a transient speck compared to the immensity and permanence of a mountain .

Nothing is taken at face value anymore, everything must be dissected. Perhaps it is the rise of advertisement over church and state. Things once spoken were spoken with strength and authority. Now they are spoken with stealth and with guile. They are spoken not to the rational mind but to the sub-conscious, the mind within the mind.

Security is an illusion, but it is a pleasant one.

We have to believe in free will, we have no other choice.

Sometimes you just have to hold on even when you don__ believe in what you__e holding on to anymore. Sometimes you have to hold on to empty and distant memories, even if it feels like there isn__ any __ou_ left. I think that__ what faith is all about, doing what you need to do even when the feeling isn__ there anymore.

Our country is the only one that truly permits you to speak bad of your country, so you really shouldn__ say anything bad about it.

We look for things or people that are incorruptible. There is nothing incorruptible, merely uncorrupted. We neglect the role we play. We value innocence, but only the kind we cannot alter. We throw mud at purity and mock it for its stain.

Where once we aspired to be more like our heroes, today we try to make our heroes more like us.

Safety and constancy were illusions granted only to those afraid enough not to peer beyond the walls.

Perhaps the media may not always be telling what to think, but it is always telling you what to think about.

It is wisdom to know who you are, but not to the point of excluding who you might become.

If God rewards the faithful with earthly rewards, then what leverage does the devil have?

There is a third choice besides being busy and killing time, something profound.

Each man is an island unto himself. But though a sea of difference may divide us, an entire world of commonality lies beneath.

Here is the paradox of it: the more of an individual you become the more you realize we are interrelated, that success of one requires the success of all.

I don__ want us to be the species that ruins it for the rest. What we do not consume we poison. Sometimes we do both. Perhaps that is how we shall end, by consuming the poisons we have created.

Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played.