The goal of all inanimate objects is to resist man and ultimately defe >>
Life is always walking up to us and saying, Come on in, the living's f >>
Happiness is a small and unworthy goal for something as big and fancy >>
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the pani >>
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the d >>
This is the greatest week in the history of the world since the Creati >>
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky.