The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

Could that have been what happened to the human race - a willing perversity that set at naught all human values which had been so hardly won and structured in the light of reason for a span of more than a million years?

The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.

Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.

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.

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