You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.

I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of life's wisdom.

I've reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don't know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.

There's simply too much fuss about myself.

Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison. I am near, too near for him to dream of me.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.