History Had A Slow Pulse; Man Counted

Space-ships And Time Machines Are No Escape From The Human Condition.

In My Youth I Regarded The Universe As An Open Book, Printed In The Language Of Equations, Whereas Now It Appears To Me As A Text Written In Invisible Ink, Of Which In Our Rare Moments Of Grace We Are Able To Decipher A Small Segment.

We Know That Virtue Does Not Matter To History, And That Crimes Remain Unpunished; But That Every Error Had Its Consequences And Venges Itself Unto The Seventh Generation.

Politics Can Be Relatively Fair In The Breathing Spaces Of History; At Its Critical Turning Points There Is No Other Rule Possible Than The Old One, That The End Justifies The Means.

Creativity Is The Defeat Of Habit By Originality.