Sometimes I think we’re alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we’re not. In either case, the idea is quite staggering.
The best measure of a man’s honesty isn’t his income tax return. It’s the zero adjust on his bathroom scale.
The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.