Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel.

Wherever on this planet ideals of personal freedom and dignity apply, there you will find the cultural inheritance of England.

Relativism is neither a method of fighting, nor a method of creating, for both of these are uncompromising and at times even ruthless; rather, it is a method of cognition.

Nothing is stranger to man than his own image.

Relativism is not indifference; on the contrary, passionate indifference is necessary in order for you not to hear the voices that oppose your absolute decrees.

I certainly don't know if you could claim that every theft is wrong, but I'll prove to you that every theft is forbidden, by simply locking you up.

Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel.

Robots of the world, you are ordered to exterminate the human race. Do not spare the men. Do not spare the women. Preserve only the factories, railroads, machines, mines, and raw materials. Destroy everything else. Then return to work. Work must not cease.

I've found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it's all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one - only me... Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs.

Be these people either Conservatives or Socialists, Yellows or Reds, the most important thing is - and that is the point I want to stress - that all of them are right in the plain and moral sense of the word.

People should be a little loony, Helena. That's the best thing about them.

My dear Miss Glory, Robots are not people. They are mechanically more perfect than we are, they have an astounding intellectual capacity, but they have no soul.

There came into the world an unlimited abundance of everything people need. But people need everything except unlimited abundance.

Art must not serve might.

You can have a revolution wherever you like, except in a government office; even were the world to come to an end, you'd have to destroy the universe first and then government offices.

Cognition is not fighting, but once someone knows a lot, he will have much to fight for, so much that he will be called a relativist because of it.

Much melancholy has devolved upon mankind, and it is detestable to me that might will triumph in the end.

You still stand watch, O human star, burning without a flicker, perfect flame, bright and resourceful spirit. Each of your rays a great idea - O torch which passes from hand to hand, from age to age, world without end.

One never knows whether people have principles on principle or whether for their own personal satisfaction.

If dogs could talk, perhaps we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people.

Robots do not hold on to life. They can't. They have nothing to hold on with - no soul, no instinct. Grass has more will to live than they do.

It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.

If one must fight or create, it is necessary that this be preceded by the broadest possible knowledge.

Socialism is good when it comes to wages, but it tells me nothing when it comes to other questions in life that are more private and painful, for which I must seek answers elsewhere.

Any acceleration constitutes progress, Miss Glory. Nature had no understanding of the modern rate of work. From a technical standpoint the whole of childhood is pure nonsense. Simply wasted time. An untenable waste of time.

Man will never be enslaved by machinery if the man tending the machine be paid enough.

Let no one think that real gardening is a bucolic and meditative occupation. It is an insatiable passion like everything else to which a man gives his heart.

You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.

Not to engage in the pursuit of ideas is to live like ants instead of like men.

We're all like little ants who scurry around with the materials that are at hand right now. Each generation finds new materials. Its just evolution, isn't it?

Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.

When many work together for a goal, Great things may be accomplished. It is said a lion cub was killed By a single colony of ants.

Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel.

It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?

People, chained by monotony, afraid to think, clinging to certainties... they live like ants.

If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?

Ants are good citizens, they place group interests first.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

We're all the same. We all want the same thing in life. Everybody going around like ants and we all want the same thing. And it's not one queen. It's not one queen with the wings.

I don't believe in evil, I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

I ate ants. They weren't that bad.

The day after I got an agent, I got called in for a role in a TV movie called 'Legion Of Fire: Killer Ants.'

Songwriting is my gift from God.

This is God's work. Therefore it must be triumphant. There is no place for misgiving or despondency.

Many are needed to plant and water what has been planted now that the faith has spread so far and there are so many people... No matter who plants or waters, God gives no harvest unless what is planted is the faith of Peter and unless he agrees to his teachings.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

I frankly don't care if you agree with my stand on abortion. I take that stand because no other stand is consistent with decent principles, and no other standard is consistent with the will of God.

The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.

The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.