Quotes About Exploration

The Legion of Space?

Why? Why does anybody want to go anywhere? Why did the bear go round the mountain? To see what he could see! I've never seen the Rings. That's reason enough to go anywhere. The race has been doing it for all time. The dull ones stay home—and the bright ones stir around and try to see what trouble they can dig up. It's the human pattern. It doesn't need a reason, any more than a flat cat needs a reason to buzz. Why anything?

But does Man have any "right" to spread through the universe? Man is what he is, a wild animal with the will to survive, and (so far) the ability, against all competition. Unless one accepts that, anything one says about morals, war, politics—you name it—is nonsense. Correct morals arise from knowing what Man is—not what do-gooders

Without Gay, without her ability to do a Drunkard's Walk, we could have searched that planet for a lifetime, and never found either colony.

She called out, All stations manned and ready, Captain! He looked at her and grinned. Stand by to raise ship! She answered, Board green! Clear from tower! Ready for count off! Minus thirty! Twenty-nine—twenty-eight— He broke off and added sheepishly, It does feel good.

I see. Well—got everything you want?" "Yes," admitted Monroe-Alpha, "unless you should happen to have concealed, somewhere about your person, a hypersphere, a hypersurface, and some four-dimensional liquid, suitable for fine lubrication.

Robert A. Heinlein

When the field is clear, the reports all seen, When the lock sighs shut, when the lights wink green, When the check-off's done, when it's time to pray, When the captain nods, when she blasts away Hear the jets! Hear them snarl at your back When you're stretched on the rack; Feel your ribs clamp your chest, Feel your neck grind its rest. Feel the pain in your ship, Feel her strain in their grip. Feel her rise! Feel her drive! Straining steel, come alive, On her jets!

One thing that I always did every time I reached an inhabited planet was to study law. Not to practice. . . . But to understand the ground rules.

Robert A. Heinlein

a thousand reasoned opinions are never equal to one case of diving in and finding out.

My opinions as to the future of Mankind are hedged in by this statement: I think it is necessary for the human race to establish colonies off this planet. —Admiral Caleb Saunders, interview, Butler, MO, USA, Terra July 7, 1987 ("Anson MacDonald Day") You know the date. Everyone does. Everyone always will. If we're lucky.

When the field is clear, the reports all seen, When the lock sighs shut, when the lights wink green, When the check-off's done, when it's time to pray, When the captain nods, when she blasts away Hear the jets! Hear them snarl at your back When you're stretched on the rack; Feel your ribs clamp your chest, Feel your neck grind its rest. Feel the pain in your ship, Feel her strain in their grip. Feel her rise! Feel her drive! Straining steel, come alive, On her iets!

Well, we're on the Moon.

Robert A. Heinlein

Sharpie, I thought you liked Star Trek?" "I do. But I've seen five years of it and we've got our own Star Trek now.

We need to have as many baskets for our eggs as possible. Even if we don't manage to ruin this planet ourselves, natural disasters or changes—or even changes in our star—could make it impossible to live on this planet. —Philosopher Anson MacDonald, radio interview, Butler, MO, USA, Terra, July 7, 1987 ("Anson MacDonald Day")

Robert A. Heinlein

Robert A. Heinlein

Certitude belongs exclusively to those who only own one encyclopedia.

Believe it possible that you can float off the ground and fly by merely willing it. See what happens.

Life is one, but consciousness is divided. It is the stress of the divided consciousness that every visionary is seeking to deal with.

I've learned a hell of a lot from [William S.] Burroughs. I think the best things in my books probably are inspired by Burroughs. I think about what Burroughs wrote and then I try to go one step further. And I may go one step back; I don't know.

A labyrinth -- that's Joyce's metaphor, too. Somebody could write a good Ph.D. dissertation on the metaphor of the labyrinth in James Joyce, Philip K. Dick, and Robert Anton Wilson. We all regard the universe as a maze that we're running around in and trying to figure out.