We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Without communication with the dead, a fully human life is not possible.

As biological organisms made of matter, we are subject to the laws of physics and biology: as conscious persons who create our own history we are free to decide what that history shall be. Without science, we should have no notion of equality; without art, no notion of liberty.