The Scene Changes But The Aspirations Of

There Has Been A Great Deal Said About A 3,00-mile High-angle Rocket. The People Who Have Been Writing These Things That Annoy Me, Have Been Talking About A 3,000-mile High-angle Rocket Shot From One Continent To Another, Carrying An Atomic Bomb And So Directed As To Be A Precise Weapon Which Would Land Exactly On A Certain Target, Such As A City.

A Belief May Be Larger Than A Fact. A Faith That Is Overdefined Is The Very Faith Most Likely To Prove Inadequate To The Great Moments Of Life.

Give These People Money, Let Them Play, And They'll Come Up With Something.

The Summation Of Human Experience Is Being Expanded At A Prodigious Rate, And The Means We Use For Threading Through The Consequent Maze To The Momentarily Important Item Is The Same As Was Used In The Days Of Square-rigged Ships.

Putting A Man In Space Is A Stunt: The Man Can Do No More Than An Instrument, In Fact Can Do Less. There Are Far More Serious Things To Do Than Indulge In Stunts. . . . I Do Not Discard Completely The Value Of Demonstrating To The World Our Skills. Nor Do I Undervalue The Effect On Morale Of The Spectacular. But The Present Hullabaloo On The Propaganda Aspects Of The Program Leaves Me Entirely Cool.