For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Things are only impossible until they're not.
The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.