If the means were available, we could trace our ancestry - yours and mine - back to the first blob of life-like material that came into being on the planet.

And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.

Your kind of politics is dead. They are dead because any tinhorn with a loud mouth and a brassy front could gain power by appeal to mob psychology.

He sat there thinking of Man’s capacity for the wiping out of species – sometimes in hate or fear, at other times for the simple love of gain.

A yellow leaf fluttered down from overhead and settled in his lap, a clear, almost transparent yellow against the brownness of the robe. He moved to brush it off and then he let it stay. For who am I, he thought, to interfere with or dispute even such a simple thing as the falling of a leaf. He.

Man’s inability to understand and appreciate the thought and viewpoint of another man would be a stumbling block which no amount of mechanical ability could overcome.

And that day the cultural god of science had shone a bit less brightly, had died a little in the people’s minds.

With creation went responsibility and he was not equipped to assume more than the moral responsibility for the wrong that he had done, and moral responsibility, unless it might be coupled with the ability to bring about some mitigation, was an entirely useless thing.

Unconventional,” said Jenkins. “What is conventional?” asked Andrew. “Living in a dream? Living for a memory? you must be weary of it.” “Not.

The walls cried out to him. And voices cried out as well from the shadow of the past. He stood and listened to them, and now a strange thing struck him. The voices were there, but he did not hear the words.