Space-ships And Time Machines Are No Escape

Einstein's Space Is No Closer To Reality Than Van Gogh's Sky . The Glory Of Science Is Not In A Truth More Absolute Than The Truth Of Bach Or Tolstoy, But In The Act Of Creation Itself. The Scientist's Discoveries Impose His Own Order On Chaos, As The Composer Or Painter Imposes His; An Order That Always Refers To Limited Aspects Of Reality, And Is Based On The Observer's Frame Of Reference, Which Differs From Period To Period As A Rembrant Nude Differs From A Nude By Manet.

One Question That People Always Ask At Home Is Never Asked Here: "what Happened To Communism In Russia?" Everybody Yawns When A Visitor Brings It Up, Because The Answer Is So Obvious To Every Russian. The Answer Is That There Never Was Communism In Russia; There Were Only Communists.

Modern Man Lives Isolated In His Artificial Environment, Not Because The Artificial Is Evil As Such, But Because Of His Lack Of Comprehension Of The Forces Which Make It Work- Of The Principles Which Relate His Gadgets To The Forces Of Nature, To The Universal Order. It Is Not Central Heating Which Makes His Existence 'unnatural,' But His Refusal To Take An Interest In The Principles Behind It. By Being Entirely Dependent On Science, Yet Closing His Mind To It, He Leads The Life Of An Urban Barbarian.

...the Temptation, Which Consisted Of A Single Word Written On The Cemetary Of The Defeated: Sleep.

Two Half-truths Do Not Make A Truth, And Two Half- Cultures Do Not Make A Culture