The Most Beautiful Stories Always Start With

But Under It All They Were Men, Penetrating The Land Of Desolation And Mockery And Silence, Puny Adventurers Bent On Colossal Adventure, Pitting Themselves Against The Might Of A World As Remote And Alien And Pulseless As The Abysses Of Space.

Man Is Man Because He Chanced To Develop Intelligence Instead Of Instinct; Otherwise He Would To This Day Have Remained Among The Anthropoid Apes. He Has Turned Away From Nature, Become Unnatural, As It Were, Disliked The Earth Upon Which He Found Himself, And Changed The Face Of It Somewhat To His Liking.

Not All The Monsters Have Fangs.

The Ghostly Winter Silence Had Given Way To The Great Spring Murmur Of Awakening Life.

One Cannot Violate The Promptings Of One's Nature Without Having That Nature Recoil Upon Itself.