A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.

The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

There are many hypotheses in science which are wrong. That’s perfectly all right: it’s the aperture to finding out what’s right. Science is a self-correcting process.

Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.

And you are made of a hundred trillion cells. We are, each of us, a multitude.

The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

It is said that men may not be the dreams of the god, but rather that the gods are the dreams of men.

We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.

When we look up at night and view the stars, everything we see is shinning because of distant nuclear fusion.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley.An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'

It was not nails that held Jesus to that wretched cross; it was his unqualified resolution, out of love for his Father, to do his Father's will-and it was his love for sinners like me.

What could be worse than having to be seen resorting to your own life.

Where did we ever get the crazy idea that in order to make children do better, first we have to make them feel worse?

If someone is killing, on a regular basis, thousands of animals, and if that person can only be stopped in one way by the use of violence, then it is certainly a morally justifiable solution.

I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast.

My legs have become accustomed to the treadmill. And in L.A., running on the street is asking for a distracted texting driver to knock you over.

Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

At one time I thought that if I could really understand renunciation and bodhichitta from the depths of my heart, then, for this lifetime that would be enough.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.