You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

We are not interested in the fact that the brain has the consistency of cold porridge.

If I save my insight, I don’t attend to weakness of eyesight.

Suffering doesn’t concern itself with the scale of other sufferings.

There is no way that we can predict the weather six months ahead beyond giving the seasonal average

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself..

Don't worry about the past and don't try to figure out the future

The purpose of a chronicler of moods and deeds does not require him to express his personal views upon the grave controversy above given.

If there were events earlier than this time, then they could not affect what happens at the present time. Their existence can be ignored because it would have no observational consequences.

Leave off asking what tomorrow will bring, and
whatever days fortune will give, count them
as profit.

But you would not know this from reading Chomsky. For him, intentions do not seem to matter. Body count is all.

I don't want to know what time it is. I don't want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.

"People never pay attention to weather reports; this, I believe, is a constant factor in man's psychological makeup, stemming probably from an ancient distrust of the shaman. You want them to be wrong. If they're right, then they're somehow superior, and this is even more uncomfortable than getting wet.

"This Moment of the Storm