“Will you excuse us all,” [Jeff] said, “if we admit that we find it hard to believe? There is no such-possibility-in the rest of the world.”Have you no kind of life where [asexual reproduction] is possible?” asked Zava.“Why, yes-some low forms, of course.”“How low-or how high, rather?”

“To attain happiness in another world we need only to believe something, while to secure it in this world we must do something.”

“I want to marry you, Malda - because I love you - because you are young and strong and beautiful - because you are wild and sweet and - fragrant, and - elusive, like the wild flowers you love. Because you are so truly an artist in your special way, seeing beauty and giving it to others. I love you because of all of this, because you are rational and highminded and capable of friendship - and in spite of your cooking!”“But - how do you want to live?”“As we did here - at first,” he said. “There was peace, exquisite silence. There was beauty - nothing but beauty. There were the clean wood odors and flowers and fragrances and sweet wild wind. And there was you - your fair self, always delicately dressed, with white firm fingers sure of touch in delicate true work. I loved you then.”

“Death? Why all this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition to life, not an evil.”

“Those who too patiently serve as props sometimes underrate the possibilities of the vine.”

“As for mother Eve - I wasn't there and can't deny the story, but I will say this. If she brought evil into the world, we men have had the lion's share of keeping it going ever since.”

“A lifted world lifts women up,"the Socalist explained.You cannot lift the world at allWhile half of it is kept so small,"the Suffragist maintained.The world awoke, and tartly spoke:Your work is all the same;Work together or work apart,Work, each of you, with all your heart-Just get into the game!”