Out of the Silent Planet (Space Trilogy, #1)

by C.S. Lewis

Nothing could be more disgusting than the one impression; nothing more delightful than the other. It all depended on the point of view.

And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back—if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?”

It would be a strange but not an inconceivable world; heroism and poetry at the bottom, cold scientific intellect above it, and overtopping all, some dark superstition which scientific intellect, helpless against the revenge of the emotional depths it had ignored, had neither will nor power to remove.