If all of this, all the life of a stream of water, can be nothing but a pile of atoms, how much more is possible?

Don't worry about anything. Go out and have a good time.

For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?

Of course, you only live one life, and you make all your mistakes, and learn what not to do, and that's the end of you.

If we will only allow that, as we progress, we remain unsure, we will leave opportunities for alternatives.

What did you ASK at school today?

Our poets do not write about it; our artists do not try to portray this remarkable thing. I don't know why. Is nobody inspired by our present picture of the universe? The value of science remains unsung by singers... This is not yet a scientific age.