“Once you are in the orbit of your destiny, weightlessness is the only result.”

The future belongs to the common man with uncommon determination.

Happiness dies when not shared

I took up leprosy work. Not to help anyone, but to overcome that fear in my life. That it worked out good for others was a by-product. But the fact is: I did it to overcome fear.

I don’t want to be a leader. I want to be one who goes around with a little oil can and offer help when I see a breakdown.

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see, I sought my god, but my god eluded me; And then I sought my sisters and my brothers, and in them I found all three.

I don’t want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity.

If you are through with dreams, then progress halts.

Joy is more infectious than leprosy.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity of imaginatively comparing your experiences to things that aren’t as good and thereby feeling happy and grateful.

I never believed that Nixon could fully resurrect himself. And the proof of that was in the obits.

Point-to-point transit via low orbit could dramatically speed up international flights, connecting the world even further. And safe, consistent space travel opens up the possibility of commercial space stations, trips to the moon and exploration beyond.

There is something eccentric in the orbit of Mars.

I simply haven’t the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

The moon gravitates towards the earth and by the force of gravity is continually drawn off from a rectilinear motion and retained in its orbit.