Overhead, Without Any Fuss, The Stars Were

Civilization Will Reach Maturity Only When It Learns To Value Diversity Of Character And Of Ideas.

Can The Synthesis Of Man And Machine Ever Be Stable, Or Will The Purely Organic Component Become Such A Hindrance That It Has To Be Discarded?

I Don't Believe In God But I'm Very Interested In Her.

Look, Whispered Chuck, And George Lifted His Eyes To Heaven. (there Is Always A Last Time For Everything.) Overhead, Without Any Fuss, The Stars Were Going Out.

It Was The Mark Of A Barbarian To Destroy Something One Could Not Understand.