When one has nothing left to one but memories$$$ one guards and dusts them with especial care.
Clovis believed that if a lie was worth telling$$$ it was worth telling well.
The wind may have no body to call its own$$$ and yet it echoes through the pine forests. On the other hand$$$ a flower$$$ as long as it has its colors$$$ need not say a word to make itself felt.
There are as many atoms in one molecule of DNA as there are stars in a typical galaxy.
Better the hard truth$$$ I say$$$ than the comforting fantasy.
Those at too great a distance may$$$ I am well are$$$ mistake ignorance for perspective.
A galaxy is composed of gas and dust and stars - billions upon billions of stars. Every star may be a sun to someone.
I would suggest that science is$$$ at least in my part$$$ informed worship.
A blade of grass is a commonplace on Earth; it would be a miracle on Mars. Our descendants on Mars will know the value of a patch of green. And if a blade of grass is priceless$$$ what is the value of a human being?
We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.