“To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.”

The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what’s true.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

Every star may be a sun to someone.

Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.

Advances in medicine and agriculture have saved vastly more lives than have been lost in all the wars in history.

We make our world significant by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers.

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

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.

There is strength in breaking and becoming.

One thing about prejudices — once you break one of them, you’re screwed, because then they all have got to go.

I am still learning to love all the parts of me you kept hidden.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Life without you is like a broken pencil, there’s no point.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

One word could destroy me and all I need to do is hear your name.