What gave you this idea of an imperfect god?' 'I don't know. It seems quite feasible to me. That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose--a god who simply is.

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.

I don't resist progress, but I have a growing feeling that mankind uses it mostly for disgraceful purposes.

I felt myself being invaded through and through, I crumbled, disintegrated, and only emptiness remained.

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.

Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.

The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.