The Mind Is The Reality. You Are

This Was A Golden Age, A Time Of High Adventure, Rich Living And Hard Dying... But Nobody Thought So. This Was A Future Of Fortune And Theft, Pillage And Rapine, Culture And Vice... But Nobody Admitted It. This Was An Age Of Extremes, A Fascinating Century Of Freaks... But Nobody Loved It.

If A Man's Got Talent And Guts To Buck Society, He's Obviously Above Average. You Want To Hold On To Him. You Straighten Him Out And Turn Him Into A Plus Value. Why Throw Him Away? Do That Enough And All You've Got Left Are The Sheep.

It's Been Suggested That Most Women Fail To Write Significantly Because The Female Mind Is Viscerotonic, And Occupied Almost Exclusively With The Moment-to-moment Reality Of Emotions. If This Is True, Literature's Loss Is Science Fiction's Gain, For Out Of Bounds, Judith Merril's Collection Of Short Stories, Is A Warm And Colorful Rendering Of The Minutiae Of The Future.

Faith In Faith' He Answered Himself. 'it Isn't Necessary To Have Something To Believe In. It's Only Necessary To Believe That Somewhere There's Something Worthy Of Belief

Intellect Is The Ability To Avoid Belaboring The Obvious.