We arrive at truth, not by the reason alone, but by the whole man. Genius is the recovery of childhood at will—the power to live, think, and act in childhood again; so all great poets are necessarily children, in the sense that they retain the power of wonder and the capacity to see the world as if for the first time.

We are made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.

We are made of starstuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself. We have come from the interstellar medium and into the form of conscious beings able to ask the supreme questions.

The atoms of our bodies are traceable to origins in the distant past; they are made of stardust literally.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.

The true function of philosophy is not to provide final answers, but to keep alive in us the sense of wonder at the world and our place in it.

The atoms of our bodies are traceable to origins in the distant past; we are made of stellar material, and the iron in our blood was forged in dying stars.

The atoms of our bodies are traceable to origins in the distant past; they have formed the cores of stars—gone through many transformations of the universe and of all the transformations of matter in space and time we are their inheritors.

We are made of starstuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.