How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.

. . . Moon-Watcher felt the first faint twinges of a new and potent emotion. It was a vague and diffuse sense of envy--of dissatisfaction with his life. He had no idea of its cause, still less of its cure; but discontent had come into his soul, and he had taken one small step toward humanity.

The time was fast approaching when Earth, like all mothers, must say farewell to her children.

Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

He found it both sad and fascinating that only through an artificial universe of video images could she establish contact with the real world.

The moon is the first milestone on the road to the stars.

No utopia can ever give satisfaction to everyone, all the time. As their material conditions improve, men raise their sights and become discontented with power and possessions that once would have seemed beyond their wildest dreams. And even when the external world has granted all it can, there still remain the searchings of the mind and the longings of the heart.