When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
What you gain here, you lose on the other side.
Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.