I have to admit that he was not bad at combinatorial analysis - a branch, however, that even then I considered to be dried up.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.

Even a fool could see that one didn't need a war, nuclear or otherwise, to destroy oneself; the rising cost of weaponry could do that quite nicely.

I do not like the way people use the more and more magnificent fruits of technology to their filthy deeds.

For what are myths if not the imposing of order on phenomena that do not possess order in themselves? And all myths, however they differ from philosophical systems and scientific theories, share this with them, that they negate the principle of randomness in the world.

Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?