Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space.
Prayers without accordant action are silent lies told to oneself, heard by no God, amounting to nothing. Action is the language of truth, the prayers of the Saints.
Refusal to believe until proof is given is a rational position; denial of all outside of our own limited experience is absurd.
No Quran, no Bible, no Gita, no Cow, is greater than the human self.
If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.
Maybe true travel is not the transportation of the body, but a change of perception, renewing the mind.
The solutions all are simple…after you have arrived at them. But they’re simple only when you know already what they are.
Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.
I am heartened to find so much wit in you, that you’d give thought to consequences and choose your way with reason, not passion only.
Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married, or own a house as if life was some kind of grocery list. But no one ever asks you if you are happy.