The choice is: the Universe...or nothing.

Things that would have made fame of a less clever man seemed tricks in his hands. It is a mistake to do things too easily.

When the mind grapples with a great and intricate problem, it makes its advances step by step, with but little realization of the gains it has made, until suddenly, with an effect of abrupt illumination, it realizes its victory.

Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.

I am for world-control of production and of trade and transport, for a world coinage, and the confederation of mankind. I am for the super-State.

Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable.

He spares no resource in telling of his dead inventions... Bare verbs he rarely tolerates. He splits infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphis sweat and struggle; the