Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder

Without an observer at a twenty three degree angle to the light being reflected off a cloud of spherical droplets, there is no rainbow. The whole universe is like that. Our spirits stand at a twenty three degree angle to the universe. There is some new thing created at the contact of photon and retina, some space created between rock and mind.

You can never properly predict the future as it really turns out. So you are doing something a little different when you write science fiction. You are trying to take a different perspective on now.

It was not power that corrupted people, but fools who corrupted power.

It was a mistake to speak one's mind at any time, unless it perfectly matched your political purpose; and it never did.

The only part of an argument that really matters is what we think of the people arguing.

It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.