I Don't Talk Things, Sir.

I Don't Try To Describe The Future. I Try To Prevent It.

We Earth Men Have A Talent For Ruining Big, Beautiful Things.

Your Mind's Always Juggling, Isn't It?-mirrors, Torches, Plates.

No Use Going To Class Unless You Go To The Library.

You Grow Ravenous. You Run Fevers. You Know Exhilarations. You Can't Sleep At Night, Because Your Beast-creature Ideas Want Out And Turn You In Your Bed. It Is A Grand Way To Live.