Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you really want something, it’s because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It’s your mission on earth.
So much universe, and so little time.
And if I’m alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.
The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you.
The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.
Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
Every living being is an engine geared to the wheelwork of the universe. Though seemingly affected only by its immediate surrounding, the sphere of external influence extends to infinite distance.
There are no extra pieces in the universe. Everyone is here because he or she has a place to fill, and every piece must fit itself into the big jigsaw puzzle.
You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.
You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.
You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are.
Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.
You are the universe experiencing itself.
It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.
Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.
The Cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be.