The present molders of the code seemed to have a clear knowledge of just how difficult to make something, to add to its fascination, without making i… - Lester del Rey

An accident of careless handling at a dumping point had touched off a great atomic explosion, somewhere in central Europe. That country had thought itself attacked during the disarmament hiatus, and had struck at China, which had bombarded Russia, which thought it was being attacked by America. The confusion was straightened out in less than two hours, but by then two-thirds of the world had been killed.

“You really are a pig,” she decided coldly.
“You’ve got your snout in the trough here too,” he reminded her.

"But it won't stay at this level. Not with the Eleventh Commandment. They won't stop, even when there are a hundred billion."
Epstein shook his head. "They won't get there. At the present time, conditions make the death rate about equal to the birthrate. Sooner or later, everything reaches its own level. Oh, if the Australian scheme goes through, we may reach a twenty billion total. Beyond that, the more children get born, the worse conditions get—which brings up the death rate and cuts the figure back again."
"And leaves the misery rate at a maximum."