Lone at night, when I was twelve years old, I looked at the planet Mars and I said, 'Take me home!' And the planet Mars took me home, and I never came back. So I've written every day in the last 75 years. I've never stopped writing.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point! What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and then they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.

Out of the nursery into the college and back into the nursery; there’s your intellectual pattern for the past five centuries or more.

Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.