Our moneyed men have ruled us for the past thirty years. Under the flag of the slaveholder they hoped to destroy our liberty.

Will he get a place for his oldest boy? He can not. His girl? Why, the Chinaman is in her place too!

A few men own from ten thousand to two hundred thousand acres each. The poor Laborer can find no resting place, save on the barren mountain, or in the trackless desert.

We are men, and propose to live like men in this free land, without the contamination of slave labor, or die like men, if need be, in asserting the rights of our race, our country, and our families.

The march of science and technology does not imply growing intellectual complexity in the lives of most people. It often means the opposite.

The soviet people want full-blooded and unconditional democracy.

The progress of science is strewn, like an ancient desert trail, with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories which once seemed to possess eternal life.

Science fiction and comedy are generally a pretty bumpy mix.