Solaristics, wrote Muntius, is a substitute for religion in the space age. It is faith wrapped in the cloak of science; contact, the goal for which we are striving, is as vague and obscure as communion with the saints or the coming of the Messiah.

Science explains the world, but only Art can reconcile us to it.

Faith is, at one and the same time, absolutely necessary and altogether impossible.

Every stink that fights the ventilator thinks it is Don Quixote.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

He who has had, has been, but he who hasn't been, has been had.

Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him. Man can serve his age or rebel against it, but the target of his cooperation or rebellion comes to him from outside.