Just thinking that my dog loves me more than I love him, I feel shame.

Most of the vices and mortal sins condemned today correspond to inclinations that were purely adaptive or at least harmless in primitive man

...he who has seen the intimate beauty of nature cannot tear himself away from it again. He must become either a poet or a naturalist and, if his eyes are keen and his powers of observation sharp enough, he may well become both.

Evil, by definition, is that which endangers the good, and the good is that which we perceive as a value.

The fidelity of a dog is a precious gift.

Barking dogs may occasionally bite, but laughing men hardly ever shoot!

I am convinced that of all the people on the two sides of the great curtain, the space pilots are the least likely to hate each other. Like the late Erich von Holst, I believe that the tremendous and otherwise not quite explicable public interest in space flight arises from the subconscious realization that it helps to preserve peace. May it continue to do so!