“Familiarity, and a few dozen cheap flyballs off the Monster, breed contempt.”

“Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.”

“Familiarity breeds contempt and children.”

“Familiarity seems to breed contempt”

“Familiarity does not breed contempt. Anyone who says otherwise is trying to hide the secret conviction that they’re boring.”

“But when fundamentals are doubted, as at present, we must try to recoverthe candour and wonder of the child; the unspoilt realism and objectivity of innocence. Or if we cannot do that, wemust try at least to shake off the cloud of mere custom and see the thing as new, if only by seeing it as unnatural.Things that may well be familiar so long as familiarity breeds affection had much better become unfamiliar when familiarity breeds contempt. For in connection with things so great as are here considered, whatever our view of them,contempt must be a mistake. Indeed contempt must be an illusion. We must invoke the most wild and soaring sort ofimagination; the imagination that can see what is there.”