Yet when we achieved, and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to remake it in the likeness of the former world they knew. Youth could win, but had not learned to keep: and was pitiably weak against age. We stammered that we had worked for a new heaven and a new earth, and they thanked us kindly and made their peace.

Isn't it true that the fault of birth rests somewhat on the child? I believe it's we who led our parents on to bear us, and it's our unborn children who make our flesh itch.

It seemed that rebellion must have an unassailable base, something guarded not merely from attack, but from the fear of it: such a base as we had in the Red Sea Parts, the desert, or in the minds of the men we converted to our creed.

He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed.

It seems to me that the conquest of the air is the only major task for our generation.

Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.

The Beduin could not look for God within him: he was too sure that he was within God.