It had been in that moment that he had realized the insanity of war, the futile gesture that in time became all but meaningless, the unreasoning rage that must be nursed long beyond the memory of the...
In this room, he told himself, history might have been written, the course of cosmic empire might have been shaped and the fate of stars decided.But now there was no sign of life, just a brooding sile...
A million years ago there had been no river here and in a million years to come there might be no river – but in a million years from now there would be, if not Man, at least a caring thing. And that...
One can sometimes see, and feel, the meaning, the depth, even the love, in a quiet face, in silent, bright eyes …
Any tinhorn with a loud mouth and a brassy front could gain power by appeal to mob psychology.
Aimed not at military concentrations, but at total populations. He
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.
You say a thing so often and so well that after a time everyone believes it. Even, finally, yourself.
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 abi...
We’d like to talk to you, sir, if you don’t mind, said the woman of the trio. You see, we’re a sort of delegation.
University politics, declared Oop, doesn’t care about liberal traditions or any other kind of traditions.
They told me they were headed for a planet the name of which I had not heard before, and they talked among themselves, gaily and happily, but in such a way that I did not seem to be left out. From the...
There isn’t any room, said Joshua. You travel back along the line of time and you don’t find the past, but another world, another bracket of consciousness. The earth would be the same, you see, or alm...
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...
The man was a somewhat seedy character. He might not actually have slept in his clothes, although the first impression was that he had. He clutched a threadbare cap with stubby, grimed fingers. The fi...
That was the way with Man; it had always been that way. He had carried terror with him. And the thing he was afraid of had always been himself.
That was how it started, Enoch thought, almost a hundred years ago. The campfire fantasy had turned into fact and the Earth now was on galactic charts, a way station for many different peoples traveli...
Squatted beside the fire, with the warmth of it upon his face and hands, he felt a smug contentment that seemed strangely out of place--the contentment of a man who had reduced his needs to the strict...
One world and then another, running like a chain. One world treading on the heels of another world that plodded just ahead. One world’s tomorrow, another world’s today. And yesterday is tomorrow and t...
Money here on Earth is more than the paper or the metal that you use for money, more than the rows of figures that account for money. Here on Earth you have given money a symbolism such as no medium o...