"“Nuts,” said the Martian. “You people got rocks in your heads, that’s what accounts for your superstitions."

“I want men who, like you, would not take orders even if I should give them. I do not want to be a god, Crag, even though I have some powers beyond mankind’s; I would not let my new world be colonized by people who might even be tempted to obey me.”

“In twenty to thirty thousand years memories become legends and legends become superstitions and even the superstitions become lost. Metals rust and corrode back into earth while the wind, the rain and the jungle erode and cover stone. The contours of the very continents change—and glaciers come and go, and a city of twenty thousand years before is under miles of earth or miles of water.”

“Her life, except for reading, had been dull—but it had not been in vain.”

“It was not the fashion for politicians who aspired to elective office to live ostentatiously, no matter how much money they had. If they loved luxury—and most of them did—they indulged that love in ways less publicly obvious than by living in mansions. The public believes what it thinks it sees.”

“A new racket, probably. A depression breeds rackets as a swamp breeds mosquitoes.”

“A lot of my childhood playmates ended up behind bars and I don’t mean as bartenders.”