I have tried at times to place humans in perspective against the vastness of universal time and space. I have been concerned with where we, as a race, may be going and what may be our purpose in the universal scheme — if we have a purpose. In general, I believe we do, and perhaps an important one.

I have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man's average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time , while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next.

This is the very center of everything there is. A huge black hole eating up the galaxy. The end of everything.

Inside the time bubble we do not age. We age only when we are outside of it.

We said, there's another second gone, there's another minute and another hour and another day, when, as a matter of fact the second or the minute or the hour was never gone. It was the same one all the time. It had just moved along and we had moved with it.

I'm just a propagandist and a propagandist doesn't have to know what he is talking about, just so he talks about it most convincingly.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.