Don't Tell Me That Man Doesn't Belong

For My Confirmation, I Didn't Get A Watch And My First Pair Of Long Pants, Like Most Lutheran Boys. I Got A Telescope. My Mother Thought It Would Make The Best Gift.

Looking Back, Nothing Seems So Simple Than A Utopian Vision Realised.

Get Me A Broom. I'll Sweep My Own Office.

The Logistic Requirements For A Large, Elaborate Mission To Mars Are No Greater That Those For A Minor Military Operation Extending Over A Limited Theatre Of War.

Basic Research Is What I Am Doing When I Don't Know What I Am Doing.