John Lloyd Quotes

We think we have solved the mystery of creation. Maybe we should patent the universe and charge everyone royalties for their existence.

Imagine the Creator as a low comedian, and at once the world becomes explicable.

God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny.

If there is a God, his plan is very similar to someone not having a plan.

I lose sleep at night wondering whether we are intelligent enough to figure out the universe. I don't know.

God has a most wicked sense of humor.

We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke.

My thoughts about God are vague and abstract. My connection with the energy of the universe is shaky.

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.

There are two things that are infinite: The universe and human folly. And sometimes I am not sure about the universe.

There is no doubt whatsoever that the universe is the merest illusion.

Some days, I'll tell you that everything in life was meant to be and that there is an order to the universe. Other days, I'm convinced it's all a combination of luck and opportunity.

Lichtenberg ... held something of the following kind: one should neither affirm the existence of God nor deny it. ... It is not that he wished to leave certain perspectives open, nor to please everyone. It is rather that he was identifying himself, for his part, with a consciousness of self, of the world, and of others that was "strange" (the word is his) in a sense which is equally well destroyed by the rival explanations.

The mind gives meaning to anything but the meaning it gives is meaningless.

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

I don't see any sign of God in this world, in the place where we live and things we know. It can all be explained to my mind perfectly satisfactorily without God. But in the great darkness beyond this little spark of light where I live, of course there may be all kinds of things. There may be a god. So I'm really an agnostic.

For me now, what I've come to is, we don't know anything.

If we believe in nothing, if nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever, then everything is possible and nothing has any importance.

If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees - this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.

I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me. I think I have no senses. I believe that body, shape, extension, motion, location are functions. What is there then that can be taken as true? Perhaps only this one thing, that nothing at all is certain.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.