The essential building block is...the true love that is impossible to define for those who have never experienced it and unnecessary to define for those who have.

Since emotions are few and reasons are many (said the robot Giscard) the behavior of a crowd can be more easily predicted than the behavior of one person.

There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.

But life is glorious when it is happy; days are carefree when they are happy; the interplay of thought and imagination is far and superior to that of muscle and sinew. Let me tell you, if you don't know it from your own experience, that reading a good book, losing yourself in the interest of words and thoughts, is for some people (me, for instance) an incredible intensity of happiness.

Naturally, there's got to be a limit for I don't expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.

All evil is good become cancerous.

If a conclusion is not poetically balanced, it cannot be scientifically true.