Nearly every man who develops an idea works it up to the point where it looks impossible, and then he gets discouraged. That's not the place to become discouraged.

Man, alone, has the power to transform his thoughts into physical reality; man, alone, can dream and make his dreams come true.

You wouldn't believe the kind of hate mail I get about my work on irregular verbs.

Our patience will achieve more than our force.

The math is dead simple: it seems that the frequency of planets able to support life is roughly one percent. In other words, a billion or more such worlds exist in our galaxy alone. That's a lot of acreage, and it takes industrial-strength credulity to believe it's all bleakly barren.