Gordon R. Dickson

Some people like my advice so much that they frame it upon the wall instead of using it.

Now our world is at the present time firmly in the grip of a mechanical monster, whose head - if you want to call it that - is the World Engineer's Complex. That monster is opposed to us and can keep all too good a tab on us through every purchase we make with our credit numbers, every time we use the public transportation or eat a meal or rent a place to live.

It was the centuries-old battle of man to keep his race alive and push forward into the future, the ceaseless, furious struggle of that beastlike, god-like__rimitive, sophisticated__avage and civilized__omposite organism that was the human race fighting to endure and push onward. Onward, and up, and up again, until the impossible was achieved, all barriers were broken, all pains conquered, all abilities possessed. Until all was lightning and no darkness left.

Onward, and up, and up again, until the impossible was achieved, all barriers were broken, all pains conquered, all abilities possessed. Until all was lightning and no darkness left.

Facing facts is definitely preferable to facing defeat.

Man with a crossbow in the proper position at the proper time__ worth a corps of heavy artillery half an hour late and ten miles down the road from where it should be.

There never was a throne yet built so high that it could not be rocked by laughter from below.

Why should there be some sort of virtue always attributed to a frank admission of vice?