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.
The lifetime of a human being is measured by decades, the lifetime of the Sun is a hundred million times longer. Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.
The near side of a galaxy is tens of thousands of light-years closer to us than the far side; thus we see the front as it was tens of thousands of years before the back. But typical events in galactic dynamics occupy tens of millions of years, so the...
We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.
When we look up at night and view the stars, everything we see is shinning because of distant nuclear fusion.
We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.
No matter what measures are taken, doctors will sometimes falter, and it isn't reasonable to ask that we achieve perfection. What is reasonable is to ask that we never cease to aim for it.
Meanwhile the Cosmos is rich beyond measure: the total number of stars in the universe is greater than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
Science needs the light of free expression to flourish. It depends on the fearless questioning of authority, and the open exchange of ideas.
Those are some of the things that molecules do, given four billion years of evolution
To be around someone whose self-confidence is more than what our first glance led us to expect is seductive.
Self-confidence is built from the inside out and has little or nothing to do with outside circumstances.
He found solace in what he wrote. It was an attempt to discover who he was at the moment.
Self-esteem wasn't the issue for my parents or their parents. Survival was their primary goal.
Solitude is a gift you give yourself every day.
Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you're worthy of the trip.
This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.
Did you wake him?" "If I say yes, will you spank me?" Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari.
He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.
And it was so still. The silence of the fields seemed to enter and move familiarly through the house. The wind used the open hall. He felt that he was in a mysterious, quiet, cool danger. It was necessary to do what?...to talk. ("Death Of A Traveling...
Observation: I can't see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.
