Well, we have seen a wonder. We ought to count our blessings.

What will people of the future think of us? Will they say, as Roger Williams said of the Massachusetts Indians, that we were wolves with the minds of men? Will they think that we resigned our humanity? They will have the right.

Advertising degrades the people it appeals to; it deprives them of their will to choose.

The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase: if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.

Most of the scientists I have known well have felt - just as deeply as the non-scientists I have known well - that the individual condition of each is tragic. Each of us is alone: sometimes we escape from solitariness, through love or affection or perhaps creative moments, but those triumphs of life are pools of light we make for ourselves while the edge of the road is black: each of us dies alone.

I want a man who knows something about himself. And is appalled. And has to forgive himself to get along.

Civilization is hideously fragile... there's not much between us and the Horrors underneath, just about a coat of varnish.