The cosmos is all there is, all there ever was, and all there ever will be.

Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.

Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors.

We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.

Human history can be viewed as a slowly dawning awareness that we are members of a larger group.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance , the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe are challenged by this point of pale light.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena.

The cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truths / of exquisite interrelationships / of the awesome machinery of nature