Edmund Cooper (1926 – 1982)
English poet and prolific writer of speculative fiction, romances, technical essays, several detective stories, and a children's book.
There is no acceptable true image.
Men who are afraid live longer.
Self-pity, a destroyer of perspective.
But it is better to be destroyed on strange frontiers than to live in a prison of ignorance and fear.
When one flowers dies, another is born.
To be with child does not diminish beauty, but changes the shape of beauty.
Only ideals are dangerous.
Life itself has become ludicrous.
And yet to be without hope is almost to be without sanity.
For mankind may survive and live without machines, and still be civilised. But without compassion, the human race can only elaborate upon the futile cunning and the barren intelligence of the great apes.
It is an inflexible law that all living things must seek to dominate their environment.
But no one can be immune to the laws of chance.
Mankind has never been renowned for accepting logical solutions to its most serious problems. As a rule, the degre of logicality of solutions seemed to vary inversely with the urgency or seriousness of the problems.
He who expects little is rarely disappointed.
There is no truth but untruth. There is no reason but unreason.
But then history was made by fools.
In the country of the mad, the sane man is crazy.
Historically, the developement of machines had amplified man's ability to destroy.
Perhaps justified violence is better than peace at any price.
And he who loves last loves loudest.