There were times when a Rational could be too Rational, and chase down the tracks of every thought to the detriment of what was important. - Isaac Asimov

There was even a scrap of poetry he treasured which stated that a moving finger having once written could never be lured back to unwrite.

Men identified themselves with the Century with which they were associated professionally. Its battles, all too often, became their own battles.

Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after death?
No, I reply. No, no, no, no, and again no.
One person recently, goaded into desperation by the litany of unrelieved negation, burst out "Don't you believe in anything?"
"Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be."