In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distrances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.

I stand for what I stand on.

Science transcends mere politics. As recent history demonstrates, scientists are as willing to work for a Tojo, a Hitler, or a Stalin as for the free nations of the West.

Why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record to truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss.

Say what you like about my bloody murderous government,' I says, 'but don't insult me poor bleedin' country.

In America, as elsewhere, the general irritability level keeps rising.

Defiance is beautiful. The defiance of power, especially great or overwhelming power, exalts and glorifies the rebel.