My conviction gains infinitely the moment another soul will believe in it. - E. M. Forster

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him — that is the best account of it that has been yet given. Squalor and tragedy can beckon to all that is great in us; and strengthen the wings of love.

No one confessed the Machine was out of hand. Year by year it was served with increased efficiency and decreased intelligence. The better a man knew his own duties upon it, the less he understood the duties of his neighbor, and in all the world there was not one who understood the monster as a whole. Those master brains had perished.