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One Of The Tests Of A Theory Is That, Once Grasped, It Appears Self-evident.

In My Youth I Regarded The Universe As An Open Book, Printed In The Language Of Equations, Whereas Now It Appears To Me As A Text Written In Invisible Ink, Of Which In Our Rare Moments Of Grace We Are Able To Decipher A Small Segment.

The More Backwoodish A Social Group, Juvenile Or Adult, The Stricter Its Conception Of The Normal, And The Readier It Will Ridicule Any Departure From It.

True Creativity Often Starts Where Language Ends.

The Régime Did Not Want Communists; It Wanted Robots. It Will Take At Least A Generation To Change Them Back Into Humans Again.