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I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
I have never grown out of the infantile belief that the universe was made for me to suck.
The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it
The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and read more
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.
Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.
The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. The
opposite of a profound truth may well be read more
The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. The
opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.
We should face reality and our past mistakes in an honest, adult way. Boasting of glory does not make glory, read more
We should face reality and our past mistakes in an honest, adult way. Boasting of glory does not make glory, and singing in the dark does not dispel fear.
The most beautiful things in the universe are the starry heavens above us and the feeling of duty within us.
The most beautiful things in the universe are the starry heavens above us and the feeling of duty within us.
The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie--diliberate, contrived, and dishonest--but the myth--persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic.
The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie--diliberate, contrived, and dishonest--but the myth--persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic.
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble read more
The Universe forces those who live in it to understand it. Those creatures who find everyday experience a muddled jumble of events with no predictability, no regularity, are in grave peril. The Universe belongs to those who, at least to some degree,
