Artists Never Make Wars. They Are Too

People Minus Space Equals Poverty ... What Is Living For? If The Answer Is A Life Of Dignity, Decency And Opportunity, Then Every Increase In Population Means A Decrease In All Three. The Crowd Is A Threat To Every Single Being.

You Cannot Throw Words Like Heroism And Sacrifice And Nobility And Honor Away Without Abandoning The Qualities They Express.

In Our Society Those Who Are In Reality Superior In Intelligence Can Be Accepted By Their Fellows Only If They Pretend They Are Not.

The Barbarian Weapon Is Fission: The Splitting Asunder. It Has Been Perfected For Death. Our Only Weapon Is Fusion: An Imperfect Process Still, Though Designed For Life.

The Faucet Leak, And Learn To Leave Them So.