Heim ignored the mob scene on the 3V, rested his eyes on the cold serenity of the Milky Way and thought that… — Poul Anderson

The last thing any sane person wants is a jihad.

There really wasn’t much in a man’s life that mattered. But those few things mattered terribly.

“My mother taught me a Spanish saying,” he remarked, “that it takes four men to make a salad: a spendthrift for the oil, a philosopher for the seasonings, a miser for the vinegar, and a madman for the tossing.”