So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can't even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky.
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It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
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Everything that can be invented has been invented.
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Men have become the tools of their tools.
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Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories; those that don't work, those that break down and those that get lost.
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Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.
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The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.
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The only thing you will ever be able to say in the so-called 'social' sciences is: "some do, some don't.".
