How is it possible for one to own the stars?” “To whom do they belong?” the businessman retorted, peevishly.“I don’t know. To nobody.”“Then they belong to me, because I was the first person to think of it.”“Is that all that is necessary?” “Certainly. When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you discover an island that belongs to nobody, it is yours. When you get an idea before any one else, you write a patent: it is yours. So with me: I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of them.”