War Is Murder Writ Large.

If You Want To Make A [rhubarb] Pie From Scratch, First You Have To Create The Universe.

We Are All Made Up Of Star Stuff.

The Wind Whips Through The Canyons Of The American Southwest, And There Is No One To Hear It But Us - A Reminder Of The 40,000 Generations Of Thinking Men And Women Who Preceded Us, About Whom We Know Almost Nothing, Upon Whom Our Civilization Is Based.

I Believe Our Future Depends Powerfully On How Well We Understand This Cosmos In Which We Float, Like A Mote Of Dust In The Morning Sky.

The Visions We Offer Our Children Shape The Future.