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.