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

And yet we knew, for a certainty, that when first emissaries of Earth went walking among the planets, Earth's other sons would be dreaming not about such expeditions but about a piece of bread.

Do not trust people. They are capable of greatness.

Burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.

Psychoanalysis provides truth in an infantile, that is, a schoolboy fashion: we learn from it, roughly and hurriedly, things that scandalize us and thereby command our attention. It sometimes happens, and such is the case here, that a simplification touching upon the truth, but cheaply, is of no more value than a lie. Once again we are shown the demon and the angel, the beast and the god locked in Manichean embrace, and once again man has been pronounced, by himself, not culpable.