The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff

Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.

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.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

I don't know the answer. Maybe no one knows. Maybe when you grow up, you'll be the first to find out.

Man is a transitional animal. He is not the climax of creation