Space-ships And Time Machines Are No Escape

The Moment Of Truth, The Sudden Emergence Of A New Insight, Is An Act Of Intuition. Such Intuitions Give The Appearance Of Miraculous Flushes, Or Short-circuits Of Reasoning. In Fact They May Be Likened To An Immersed Chain, Of Which Only The Beginning And The End Are Visible Above The Surface Of Consciousness. The Diver Vanishes At One End Of The Chain And Comes Up At The Other End, Guided By Invisible Links.

Habit Is The Denial Of Creativity And The Negation Of Freedom; A Self-imposed Straitjacket Of Which The Wearer Is Unaware.

A Writer's Ambition Should Be To Trade A Hundred Contemporary Readers For Ten Readers In Ten Years' Time And For One Reader In A Hundred Years' Time.

To Sell Oneself For Thirty Pieces Of Silver Is An Honest Transaction; But To Sell Oneself To One S Own Conscience Is To Abandon Mankind.

All "if" Statements About The Past Are As Dubious As Prophecies Of The Future Are. It Seems Fairly Plausible That If Alexander Or Ghengis Khan Had Never Been Born, Some Other Individual Would Have Filled His Place And Executed The Design Of The Hellenic Or Mongolic Expansion; But The Alexanders Of Philosophy And Religion, Of Science And Art, Seem Less Expendable; Their Impact Seems Less Determined By Economic Challenges And Social Pressures; And They Seem To Have A Much Wider Range Of Possibilities To Influence The Direction, Shape And Texture Of Civilizations.