“Understanding is a kind of ecstasy.”

Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.

If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.

Your god is too small for my universe.

A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars – billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.

One of the great commandments of science is: Mistrust arguments from authority.

Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.

I don’t want to believe. I want to know.

If we ruin the earth, there is no place else to go.

The significance of our lives and our fragile planet is then determined only by our own wisdom and courage.

All civilizations become either spacefaring or extinct.

If we continue to accumulate only power and not wisdom, we will surely destroy ourselves.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

You are worth about 3 dollars worth in chemicals.

We live on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

We can judge our progress by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers, our willingness to embrace what is true rather than what feels good.

For me, it is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

There is a certain ecstasy in wanting things you can’t get.

The most fortunate are those who have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again, freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder and even ecstasy.

It wasn’t just love. It was pure ecstasy at its finest.

Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.