The Society for Creative Euthanasia.
Dominance of males over females seems to be one of the symptoms.
To paraphrase Sherlock Holmes; when you have eliminated what you can’t do, what remains is what you must do.
Always take an honor guard with you. If you have to go, go down fighting. The size of your guard of honor determines your status in hell.
Any government that gets to be too big and too successful gets to be a nuisance. The Federation got that way – it started out decently enough – and now it has to be trimmed down to size. So that the citizens can enjoy some ‘looseness’.
I am not indifferent to male beauty, but my sensuality is not perfectly balanced; in the presence of a homely female and a beautiful male, I tend to look at the female. So I’ll never be an esthete; I lack judgment in matters of beauty. I apologize in advance to any female who finds my primitive attitude offensive.
When are the territorial states going to learn that they cannot possibly win against corporate states?
You tickle trout by gaining their confidence, and then abusing it.
We shall drive ever forward along this line until all our citizens have above-average incomes!
Stupidity cannot be cured with money, or through education, or by legislation. Stupidity is not a sin, the victim can’t help being stupid. But stupidity is the only universal capital crime: the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.
If God displaces the Devil, he must assume the Devil’s attributes.
No, not exactly. Damn it, why couldn’t she have married a white man? We brought her up better than that.
Control of anything essential to life should be decentralized and paralleled so that if one machine fails, another takes over.
There are three schools of magic. One: State a tautology, then ring the changes on its corollaries; that’s philosophy. Two: Record many facts. Try to see a pattern. Then make a wrong guess at the next fact; that’s science. Three: Awareness that you live in a malevolent universe controlled by Murphy’s Law, sometimes offset.
God is waiting for you at suite 1208 Lewis and Clark Towers. Don’t make Him come get you. You won’t like it.
You’re spoiled.” “I intend to be. Jake, much of what is wrong with this world would be righted if the customer screamed every time he feels cheated.
Without Gay, without her ability to do a Drunkard’s Walk, we could have searched that planet for a lifetime, and never found either colony.
Sir, every nation is capable of atrocities, including our own.
Minerva, if I sell a horse, I won’t guarantee that it has a leg on each corner; the buyer must count them himself.
Oh, no, Sharpie. I’ve stood my watch; it’s somebody else’s turn. Now that you have resigned, we have no organization.