Earth was like a womb, about to give birth to a glorious age of human expansion across the boundless frontiers of space. And yet, to actually be in that future, and find it cold, dark and silent—it was chilling.
Genesis Earth by Joe Vasicek
Earth was like a womb, about to give birth to a glorious age of human expansion across the boundless frontiers of space. And yet, to actually be in that future, and find it cold, dark and silent—it was chilling.
Genesis Earth by Joe Vasicek
Perhaps you’ve found, as I have, that the things that frighten you incite more fascination than the things you love.
Genesis Earth by Joe Vasicek (p. 2)
Peace will only come when the law goes forth out of Jerusalem; when all men are drawn toward it; when the law is given to the world as a holy thing. And it can’t even be secular; it has to be given as a revealed thing.
Hugh Nibly, “Jerusalem’s Formula for Peace,” 2
The unique value of Christianity lies in those things which would never in a million years occur to men if left to themselves.
Hugh Nibley, “Easter and the Prophets,” CWHN 3:160
The disease our world is suffering from is not something peculiar to a uniquely scientific and permissive age, but the very same virus that has finished off all the other great societies of which we have record. The ancients call it rhetoric. What it amounts to is the acceptance, for the sake of power and profits, of certain acknowledged standards of lying.
Hugh Nibley, unpublished introduction to “Victoriosa Loquacitas”
What on earth have a man’s name, degree, academic position, and, of all things, opinions, to do with whether a thing is true or not?
Hugh Nibley, “New Look at the Pearl of Great Price” (January 1968)
Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?
J.R.R. Tolkien, “On Fairy Stories.”
He drew a deep breath. “Well, I’m Back,” he said.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (final line)
Those last words of Collins’ were still running through Hornblower’s mind. He would have to leave the Hotspur; he would have to say good-bye to Bush and all the others, and the prospect brought a sadness that quite took the edge off the elation that he felt. Of course he would have to leave her; Hotspur was too small to constitute a command for a post captain. He would have to wait for another command; as the junior captain on the list, he would probably receive the smallest and least important sixth-rate in the navy. But for all that he was a captain. Maria would be delighted.
C.S. Forester, Hornblower and the “Hotspur” (last line)
“Think on it, Chani: that princess will have the name, yet she’ll live as less than a concubine—never to know a moment of tenderness from the man to whom she’s bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the name of concubine—history will call us wives.”
Frank Herbert, Dune (last line)