Thou art to me a delicious torment.
Every man who would do anything well, must come to it from a higher ground.
Astronomy to the selfish becomes astrology.
You need someone who can inspire you to be what you know you can be
Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.
There is no history; only biography.