In Haiti, we have mosquitoes. And when the mosquito is singing in your ear, you can’t hear the other mosquito singing in your brother’s ear. So you think that you are the only one.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

Time Enough for Love, by Robert Heinlein

Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often confuses one for the other, or assumes the greater the love, the greater the jealousy. In fact they are almost incompatible; both at once produce unbearable turmoil.

Stranger In A Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein

Maybe Jesus was right when he said that the meek shall inherit the earth — but they inherit very small plots, about six feet by three.

Time Enough for Love, by Robert Heinlein

Of all the nonsense that twists the world, the concept of “altruism” is the worst. People do what they want to, every time. If it pains them to make a choice - if the “choice” looks like a “sacrifice” - you can be sure that it is no nobler than the discomfort caused by greediness… the necessity of having to decide between two things you want when you can’t have both. The ordinary bloke suffers every time he chooses between spending a buck on beer or tucking it away for his kids, between getting up to go to work and losing his job. But he always chooses that which hurts least or pleasures most. The scoundrel and the saint make the same choices.

Stranger in a Strange Land, by Robert Heinlein


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