Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

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.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

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.