“We are star stuff harvesting sunlight.”

The universe is a pretty big place. If it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space.

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.

Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.

The price we pay for anticipation of the future is anxiety about it.

We can’t help it. Life looks for life.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Science is a way of thinking much more than it is a body of knowledge.

There are no forbidden questions in science, no matters too sensitive or delicate to be probed, no sacred truths.

Those at too great a distance may, I am well are, mistake ignorance for perspective.

Arguments from authority carry little weight, authorities have made mistakes in the past. They will do so again in the future. Perhaps a better way to say it is that in science there are no authorities; at most, there are experts.

Other things being equal, it is better to be smart than to be stupid.

I think the health of our civilization, the depth of our awareness about the underpinnings of our culture and our concern for the future can all be tested by how well we support our libraries.

Don’t judge everyone else by your own limited experience.

The total number of stars in the Universe is larger than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.

People are not stupid. They believe things for reasons.

There are as many atoms in one molecule of DNA as there are stars in a typical galaxy.

Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms; without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.

Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting. We allow them to disperse because we’ve been ignorant of their value.

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

By sowing frugality we reap liberty, a golden harvest.

Your character is the harvest of your habits.

The sower of the seed is assuredly the author of the whole harvest of mischief.

Religious contention is the devil’s harvest.