Sunsets in pictures are so tiresome, but only boors and half-wits are not stirred by real sunsets. — Olaf Stapledon

Of course I don't want the old religious dope. But I don't want just the new science dope either. I want the truth.

I, at any rate, acknowledge only one master, not forty-five million two-legged sheep, or two thousand million, but simply and absolutely the spirit.

Even when all the worlds have frozen or exploded, and all the suns gone dead and cold, there'll still be time. Oh, God, what for?