There are no answers, only choices.

A specialist is a barbarian whose ignorance is not well-rounded.

Everything is explicable in the terms of the behavior of a small child.

How do you expect to communicate with the ocean, when you can’t even understand one another?

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.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

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