The ethics of sex is a thorny problem. Each of us is forced to grope for a solution he can live with - in the face of preposterous, unworkable, and evil code of so-called 'Morals.' Most of us know the code is wrong, almost everybody breaks it. But we pay Danegeld by feeling guilty and giving lip service. Willy-nilly, the code rides us, dead and stinking, an albatross around the neck.

Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes.

There were many, many times thereafter that Don regretted having enlisted - but so has every man who ever volunteered for military service.

A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill.

Specialization is for insects... The race of man? He's a whole other creature.

Learning . . . is - also an end in itself.

Work is not an end in itself; there must always be time enough for love.