Way Station

by Clifford D. Simak

“it don’t matter much what any of us are, just so we get along with one another. If some of the nations would only take a lesson from some small neighborhood like ours—a lesson in how to get along—the world would be a whole lot better.”

A man, he told himself, must belong to something, must have some loyalty and some identity. The galaxy was too big a place for any being to stand naked and alone.

That was the way with Man; it had always been that way. He had carried terror with him. And the thing he was afraid of had always been himself.

All things are hard,

There is nothing easy.