Humans enter this world and awaken to a simple truth: We must find our story with this great epic of being.

This is the greatest discovery of the scientific enterprise: You take hydrogen gas, and you leave it alone, and it turns into rosebuds, giraffes and humans.

The universe shivers with wonder in the depths of the human.

Four billion years ago the planet Earth was molten rock; now it sings opera!

When humans find themselves surrounded by nothing but objects, the response is always one of loneliness.

Embrace your death. . . . Cherish your awareness of death as a gift from the universe.

If you let hydrogen gas alone for 13 billion years it will become giraffes, rose bushes and humans.

The universe is an inexhaustible celebration of ultimate mystery!

By pursuing your allurements, you help bind the universe together. The unity of the world rests on the pursuit of passion.

The earth was once molten rock and now sings operas.

All professions, all work, all activity in the human world finds its essential meaning in the context of a people's cosmic story.

It’s one thing to be an undead fiend of darkness, but it takes an immense amount of work to look cool while doing it.

You are coming to a King Large petitions with you bring For his grace and power are such None can ever ask too much.

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.

I understand what it is to go through emotional trauma and retreat and go into the world of your imagination. I understand how art and music can be a place of safety in a world of reinvention.

To deal with men by force is as impractical as to deal with nature by persuasion.

Purity lives and derives its life solely from the Spirit of God.

The decay of society is praised by artists as the decay of a corpse is praised by worms.

Something I say a lot when it comes to anti-feminist stereotypes is that they exist for a reason.

The Summer Book is beautiful and warm, with the kind of wisdom we can adapt to our everyday lives.

He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.