Clifford Donald Simak (August 3, 1904 – April 25, 1988) was an American science fiction writer. He was honored by fans with three Hugo Awards and by colleagues with one Nebula Award. The Science Fiction Writers of America made him its third SFWA Grand Master, and the Horror Writers Association made him one of three inaugural winners of the Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
A religion is a system of symbols which acts to establish powerful, pervasive, and long-lasting moods in men by formulating conceptions of a general order of existence and clothing those conceptions with such an aura of factuality that the moods and motivations seem uniquely realistic.
Before Man goes to the stars he should learn how to live on Earth.
Broken dreams are bad enough. But the dream that has no hope... the dream that is doomed long before it's broken, that's the worst of all.
How strange it is... how so many senseless things shape our destiny.
(August 3 is also the birthday of P.D. James.)
If a man could look ahead and see some of the things that no doubt were going to happen, how could he be happy?.
If mankind were to continue in other than the present barbarism, a new path must be found, a new civilization based on some other method than technology.
Life must occupy but a single point in time, and as time moved forward, life moved with it.
Man was engaged in a mad scramble for power and knowledge, but nowhere is there any hint of what he meant to do with it once he had attained it.
Much of what we see in the universe... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.
Must faith be exactly that, the willingness and ability to believe in the face of a lack of evidence? If one could find the evidence, would then the faith be dead?.
That was the way with Man; it had always been that way. He had carried terror with him. And the thing he was afraid of had always been himself.
The chain of life runs smoothly from one generation to the next and none of the links stand out except here and there a link one sees by accident.
The old and the young... The old, who do not care; the young, who do not think.
There is a plan, it seems to me, that reaches out of the electron to the rim of the universe and what this plan may be or how it came about is beyond my feeble intellect. But if we are looking for something on which to pin our faith- and, indeed, our hope- the plan might well be it.I think we have thought too small and have been too afraid.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists...
We are all genetic brothers. The chain of life, tracing back to that primordial day of life's beginning, is unbroken...
Without consciousness and intelligence, the universe would lack meaning.