I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all.

Beauty is a luster which love bestows to guile the eye. Therefore it may be said that only when the brain is without love will the eye look and see no beauty.

I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.

I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.

I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.