“We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.”

The sum total of all sums total is eternal.

Only religion can lead to such evil.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.

Epicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.

By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.

Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.

For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.

Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.

So much wrong could religion induce.

The sum total of all sums total is eternal (meaning the universe).

Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.

Truths kindle light for truths.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

If you have overcome your inclination and not been overcome by it, you have reason to rejoice.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.

We travel together, passengers on a little spaceship

I’m in awe of how grounded Ms. Tyson is and how her performances can be different but the same.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

But a newspaper can always print a retraction.

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.