Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It's all for the experience.

How can I follow my heart when it's waiting around for the rest of me to make the decision?

The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

There are infinite possibilities.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.