Nothing, no one, is too small to matter. What you do is going to make a difference.

It is the ability to choose which makes us human.

We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes...

They are very young. And on their earth, as they call it, they never communicate with other planets. They revolve about all alone in space." "Oh," the thin beast said. "Aren't they lonely?

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

We do not have to understand in order to believe that behind the mystery and the fascination there is love.

If it's bad art, it's bad religion, no matter how pious the subject.