Author of quotes: Stanislaw LEM. Page 5

Knowing what point of the body
Earthlings bound ideal,
All shuddered. Space a,
Sobbing, the Tentacles broke.

Earthlings - geeks of Nature.
In love they have weight
The place where the outcome finds
Metabolic process.
Knowing where to look for the ideal
These unfortunate sufferers,
Across the universe is old and small
In desperation, broke fingers.

Just don't give up, not to play these crazy marked cards, which slips under my hand situation!

A year ago I had an American writer of the family of experimenters, who praised my books for what he does not understand them, because they considered it a proof of their originality.

Humanity does not seem promising, noble and intelligent young man, honest in his actions; rather, it is an old sinner, who secretly relishes all sorts of abominations and ready holding a bunch of hypocritical phrases.

Crazy, sorry, this is not a bag into which to dump all human acts are incomprehensible for us the motives. The madness has its own structure, its own logic of behavior.

Quite differently would look like our world, if it was possible to influence the Gestapo of the soul even the highest poetry. To throw someone the art of the impossible - it captivates us, if we agree to be captivated.

... the sharpness of the desires is much more important than their implementation.

... too we shamefully silent about the absolutely necessary of the favor of man to art. And we were brought up, and we educate our children the belief that works of art only slightly different from lying in the shadows of the rake. Stepped on them receives a blow on the forehead that his eyes emitted sparks; the same, and not otherwise, should be the case with great works: the person joined to him, stun - covers - an unexpected delight! This noble lie is so widespread that when after a few years after these events I was forced to flee from the Gestapo, from "lost" the apartment, leaving among the personal belongings a notebook with my own poems, then sorry about the irreplaceable loss suffered by national culture, mingled with a strong belief in the aesthetic shock that must have been in those of my pursuers, who knew Polish.

Little by little, my specialty has become unrequited love.

Imagine that some superior race came to Earth hundreds of years ago, during the religious wars, and wants to intervene in the conflict on the side of the weak. Relying on their power, they prohibit the burning of heretics, persecution of infidels and so on. And do you think they would be able to spread on the Ground your rationalism? After all, almost all of humanity was then a believer, they would have to destroy it to the last man, and they would have remained alone with their rationalistic ideas.

Astronautics is clean, does not stain the fruit of human curiosity.

Europe out of the crisis only in the economy. Prosperity returned, but still the feeling of comfort was gone. It's not like a fear of the patient cut out the tumor before metastasis, and that was the understanding that the spirit of history came off and if it comes back, it is no longer here.

... we just walk around the library, filled with books in a strange language, and staring at the colored backs... That's all!