Overhead, Without Any Fuss, The Stars Were

A Faith That Cannot Survive Collision With The Truth Is Not Worth Many Regrets.

To Find Anything Comparable With Our Forthcoming Ventures Into Space, We Must Go Back Far Beyond Columbus, Far Beyond Odysseus-far, Indeed, Beyond The First Ape-man. We Must Contemplate The Moment, Now Irrevocably Lost In The Mists Of Time, When The Ancestor Off All Of Us Came Crawling Out Of The Sea.

My Objection To Organized Religion Is The Premature Conclusion To Ultimate Truth That It Represents.

Floyd Could Imagine A Dozen Things That Could Go Wrong; It Was Little Consolation That It Was Always The Thirteenth That Actually Happened.

Humor Was The Enemy Of Desire.