Now times had changed, and the inherited wisdom of the past had become folly. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
I don't believe in astrology; I'm a Sagittarius and we're skeptical. — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“I’m a scientific expert; that means I know nothing about absolutely everything.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Pure coincidence, of course, but a sensible man makes coincidences work for him.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
