Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.
Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.
I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.
There is nothing new under the sun, but there are new suns.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.
