Man is the animal that intends to shoot himself out into interplanetary space, after having given up on the problem of an efficient way to get himself five miles to work and back each day.

The world is governed more by appearance than realities so that it is fully as necessary to seem to know something as to know it.

How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?

It is not a fragrant world.

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.