We'll go on and on till this earth dries up, and then we'll move to another, or build one--I can't tell which--and all the time we're moving round something, but I don't know what or why.

I only know it's been going on forever--this life thing--and we're a little speck in the current, and it will keep going on forever.
"But you can bet this: It will always go on by competition.

There won't ever be any Utopia, like these holy rollers can lay out for you in five minutes.

I been watching union labour long enough to know that.

But she's a grand scheme.