Every age has its dreams, its symbols of romance. Past generations were moved by the graceful power of the great windjammers, by the distant whistle of locomotives pounding through the night, by the caravans leaving on the Golden Road to… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
Science can destroy religion by ignoring it as well as by disproving its tenets. No one ever demonstrated, so far as I am aware,… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
We cannot predict the new forces, powers, and discoveries that will be disclosed to us when we reach the other planets and set up… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
I am unable to distinguish clearly between your religious ceremonies and apparently identical behavior at the sporting and cultural functions you have transmitted to… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
You can't have it both ways. You can't have both free will and a benevolent higher power who protects you from yourself. — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
Nowhere in space will we rest our eyes upon the familiar shapes of trees and plants, or any of the animals that share our… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
“The universe is full of energy, but much of it is at equilibrium. At equilibrium no energy can flow, and therefore it cannot be… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
“Here the trees surrounded them with an invisible, anechoic blanket, so that every word seemed sucked into silence the moment it was uttered.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
“I’m a scientific expert; that means I know nothing about absolutely everything.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
There were some things that only time could cure. Evil men could be destroyed, but nothing could be done with good men who were… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
“Pure coincidence, of course, but a sensible man makes coincidences work for him.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
They will have time enough, in those endless aeons, to attempt all things, and to gather all knowledge no Gods imagined by our minds… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
“One thing seems certain. Our galaxy is now in the brief springtime of its life—a springtime made glorious by such brilliant blue-white stars as… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share
