“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.”

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

Happiness, not in another place but this place, not for another hour, but this hour.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Day by day and night by night we were together – all else has long been forgotten by me.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

A man can be a hero in any profession.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

Re-examine all that you have been told, dismiss that which insults your soul.

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive – the risk to be alive and express what we really are.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.

Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.

Justice is the handmaiden of truth, and when truth dies, justice is buried with it.

The spirituality of wonder knows the world is charged with grace, that while sin and war, disease and death are terribly real, God’s loving presence and power in our midst are even more real.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.