If the love of money is the root of all evil, the need of money is most certainly the root of all despair.

Earth governments in moments of stress are not famous for being reasonable.

Modesty is an unnatural attitude, and one which is only with difficulty taught to children.

Self-preservation has frequently knuckled under to that tremendous yearning to get even.

What a human being believes, however, no matter with what ardor, is not necessarily objective truth.

He could almost wish he were superstitious. He could then console himself with the thought that the casual meaningless meeting had really been directed by a knowing and purposeful Fate.

We face eternity now. We have no universe left, no outside phenomena, no emotions, no passions. Nothing but ourselves and thought. We face an eternity of introspection, when all through history we have never known what to do with ourselves on a rainy Sunday.

The Dantean conceptions of Inferno were childish and unworthy of the Divine imagination: fire and torture. Boredom is much more subtle. The inner torture of a mind unable to escape itself in any way, condemned to fester in its own exuding mental pus for all time, is much more fitting. Oh, yes, my friend, we have been judged, and condemned, too, and this is not Heaven, but hell.

"Why didn't people just use a computer?" "That was before they had computers," cried Paul. "Before?" "Sure. Do you think people always had computers? Didn't you ever hear of cavemen?"

Printing will tell you such useful things and such interesting things that not being able to read would be as bad as not being able to see.