Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.
The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light. I am a captive of the infinity of space.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.
Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
The stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
The beauty of the universe consists not only of unity in variety, but also of variety in unity.