On Aditya, such would be unthinkable; on Aditya, everybody respects authority. Whether it’s respectable or not.

Young Mr. Conn Maxwell, who has just returned from Terra, needs no introduction to any of you,” he began. Then, having established that, he took the next ten minutes to introduce Conn.

It may just be,” he added, “that there is something fundamentally unworkable about government itself. As long as Homo sapiens terra is a wild animal, which he has always been and always will be until he evolves into something different in a million or so years, maybe a workable system of government is a political science impossibility, just as transmutation of elements was a physical-science impossibility as long as they tried to do it by chemical means.

To argue with those who have renounced the use and authority of reason is as futile as to administer medicine to the dead.

You have ability and people who don’t never forgive you for it. Your very existence is a constant reproach to them.

Gresham’s law, extended: Bad manners drive out good manners.

It was a bland, tranquilized, life-adjusted, group-integrated sort of face – the face turned out in thousands of copies every year by the educational production lines on Terra.

There was another officer with him, considerably younger – Captain Foxx Travis, Major General Maith’s aide.

Why not everybody make friend, have fun, make help, be good?

Everything has to be at once for six-month-old puppies, six-year-old children, and reformers of any age.