“The descent into Hades is much the same from whatever place we start.”

All things were together, infinite both in number and in smallness; for the small too was infinite.

Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.

The sun provides the moon with its brightness.

It is not I who have lost the Athenians, but the Athenians who have lost me.

Neither is there a smallest part of what is small, but there is always a smaller (for it is impossible that what is should cease to be). Likewise there is always something larger than what is large.

The Sun is a mass of fiery stone, a little larger than Greece.

Everything has a natural explanation. The moon is not a god but a great rock and the sun a hot rock.

The descent to Hades is the same from every place.

The forces of rotation caused red hot masses of stones to be torn away from the Earth and to be thrown into the ether, and this is the origin of the stars.

Conclusions from observations are unreliable, only the mind can come nearer to to the truth. Thus, in some ways, philosophy is more important than science.

All other things have a portion of everything, but Mind is infinite and self-ruled, and is mixed with nothing but is all alone by itself.

And since the portions of the great and the small are equal in number, so too all things would be in everything. Nor is it possible that they should exist apart, but all things have a portion of everything.

There is no smallest among the small and no largest among the large, but always something still smaller and something still larger.

In everything, there is a share of everything.

The purpose of life is the investigation of the Sun, the Moon, and the heavens.

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

The biggest thing is just routine. I think that’s the biggest correlation between golfers and basketball players.

George Foreman acts more like my grandfather. He and my grandfather act just alike – they’re both Christian type guys. They try to help everyone.

It’s also easy to look at them as a metaphor for a shadow organization that says one thing and has a completely different agenda on their mind, and anybody who gets in their way, they just get rid of them. Does that sound familiar?

Working on The West Wing was similar in many ways to my experience on M*A*S*H, because you had people willing to work late at night to get it just right.

Memory is… similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.

It is trying to imagine, remember the story, read it, put it down, and then write sort of an outline without the book in front of you with some hope that what you like about it will be filtered and distilled out through your memory and then that will be similar to what other people like about it.

Painting is similar to music. You get a couple or words or notes or chords that excite you, and you just follow them and add a bit more and see where it takes you. That’s the thrill for me. It still is a thrill, which is amazing after all this time.

I regard texture similar to the function of taste buds in our mouths. But in a visual form.