Instead of being thrilled by the richer reality we live in, we are being thrilled by our own designed moods.

A finely tempered nature longs to escape from his noisy cramped surroundings into the silence of the high mountains where the eye ranges freely through the still pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity.

Nanny Ogg knew how to start spelling 'banana', but didn't know how you stopped.

I’ve never understood how God could expect his creatures to pick the one true religion by faith—it strikes me as a sloppy way to run a universe.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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