There is fear hanging in the air of the sleeping halls, and the air of the streets. Fear walks through the city, fear without name, without shape. All men feel it and none dare speak.

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

For the coming of that day shall I fight, I and my sons and my chosen friends. For the freedom of Man. For his rights. For his life. For his honor.

I understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

We alone, of the thousands who walk this earth, we alone in this hour are doing a work which has no purpose save that we wish to do it.

The power of the sky can be made to do men's bidding. There are no limits to its secrets and its might, and it can be made to grant us anything if we but choose to ask.

For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?

We have lied to ourselves. We have not built this box for the good of our brothers. We built it for its own sake. It is above all our brothers to us, and its truth above their truth.

This box is useless, " said Alliance 6-7349.Should it be what they claim of it, " said Harmony 9-2642, "then it would bring ruin to the Department of Candles.

We belong where we are most loved

I do not mean, of course, that we can always accurately express our conscious thoughts with Proustian accuracy. Consciousness overflows language: we perceive vastly more than we can describe.

To maintain nice relation with the people is half of intelligence, nice questioning is half of knowledge, and nice domestic arrangements is half of the management of livelihood.

I don't have the acting skills my daughter has.

Time is the least thing we have.

All was glorious - a cloudless sky above, a most delicious view around. . . . How great is our good fortune! I care not what may be the condition of the earth; it is the sky that is for me now.

When you go home, tell them of us and say, for their tomorrow we gave our today.

If you have a problem in mass society, you call the cops. The experts. You no longer have any operative connection with yourself or others, or with a functioning community.

The wicked exist in this world either to be converted or that through them the good may exercise patience.

In the age of strategy, advantage flowed from owning resources. In the age of wisdom, it flows from seeding and connecting them.