...fact takes no heed of human hopes.

This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.

Bah! The thing is not a nose at all, but a bit of primordial chaos clapped on to my face.

Will is stronger than fact: it can mold and overcome fact.

The great trouble with you Americans is that you are still under the influence of that second-rate - shall I say third-rate? - mind, Karl Marx.

A day will come when beings, now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon Earth as a footstool and laugh, and reach out their hands amidst the stars.

Everyone leaves the world a little better some by leaving.