Intellect Is The Ability To Avoid Belaboring

Millions For Nonsense, But Not One Cent For Entropy.

If You Can Have Everything At Fifty That You Wanted When You Were Fifteen, You're Happy.

Be Grateful That You Only See The Outward Man. Be Grateful That You Never See The Passions, The Hatreds, The Jealousies, The Malice, The Sicknesses... Be Grateful You Rarely See The Frightening Truth In People.

The Test Of Intellect Is The Refusal To Belabor The Obvious.

Most Science Fiction, Quite Frankly, Is Silly Nonsense.