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.

You still could go to some industry or some university or the government and if you could persuade them you had something on the ball—why, then, they might put up the cash after cutting themselves in on just about all of the profits. And, naturally, they'd run the show because it was their money and all you had done was the sweating and the bleeding.

If the means were available, we could trace our ancestry - yours and mine - back to the first blob of life-like material that came into being on the planet.

Much of what we see in the universe ... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.

This is written in the elder days as the Earth rides close to the rim of eternity, edging nearer to the dying Sun, into which her two inner companions of the solar system have already plunged to a fiery death. The Twilight of the Gods is history; and our planet drifts on and on into that oblivion from which nothing escapes, to which time itself may be dedicated in the final cosmic reckoning.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.