The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.

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

A smart machine will first consider which is more worth its while: to perform the given task or, instead, to figure some way out of it.

Psychoanalytic doctrine reveals the pig in man, a pig saddled with a conscience; the disastrous result is that the pig is uncomfortable beneath that pious rider, and the rider fares no better in the situation, since his endeavor is not only to tame the pig, but also to render it invisible.

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

Plentitude, when too plentitudinous, was worst than destitution, for obviously what could one do, if there was nothing one could not?

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.