Well, luck is for fools. It's all they have to hope for, poor devils.

But there are weak men who can lift cars if their wives are pinned underneath. The brain, Garraty.' McVries's voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper. 'It isn’t man or God. It’s something...In the brain.

When certain seeds are planted, they nearly always grow.

If a man dethrones God in his heart, Satan must ascend to His position.

The narrator, a time traveler from 2011, scoffs at the despondency caused by the Cuban Missile Crisis -- especially the drug and alcohol use of a resident of 1962 he supposedly cares about. Then he finds his compassion because he remembers he is the exception in being able to see beyond the immediate -- and foreboding -- horizon.

And so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.