Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.

Through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

The brokenhearted are the bravest among us because they dared to love someone.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it.