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

No one reads; if someone does read, he doesn't understand; if he understands, he immediately forgets.

I believe in no final solutions.

We are like snails, each stuck to his own leaf.

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.

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.