At base, science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle.
It is good to renew one's wonder. Space travel has again made children of us all.
Well, he felt sorry for boys who lived in California where they wore tennis shoes all year and never knew what it was to get winter off your feet...
I'm not really dying today. No person ever died that had a family. I'll be around a long time. A thousand years from now a whole township of my offspring will be biting sour apples in the gumwood shade.
Science ran too far ahead of us too quickly, and the people got lost in a mechanical wilderness, like children making over pretty things, gadgets, helicopters, rockets; emphasizing the wrong items, emphasizing machines instead of how to run the machines.
But there are times when one must lose a little beauty if one is to keep what little beauty one already has.