Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.
Hope without love is hopeless.
From one bell all the bells toll.
Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.