A religion old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the universe as revealed by modern science, might be able to draw forth reserves of reverence and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths. Sooner or later such a religion will emerge.

These days there seems to be nowhere left to explore, at least on the land area of the Earth. Victims of their very success, the explorers now pretty much stay home.

We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.

If the constellations had been named in the twentieth century, I suppose we would see bicycles and refrigerators in the sky.

Except for fools and madmen, everyone knows that nuclear war would he an unprecedented human catastrophe.

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

Science is a way to not fool ourselves.