Freedom with happiness is like a winter sun: it give light but no warmth.

The brightest stars don't necessarily give the most light.

The sun streaming through the clouds, the breath pouring through my lungs-everything is irrelevant but this.

It is science that brought light into the dark world of the mind.

Light is common on the surface; rare in the depths.

In winter, on the darkest nights, one rejoices even to see the tiniest sliver of a moon.