War Is Murder Writ Large.

Maybe It's A Little Early. Maybe The Time Is Not Quite Yet. But Those Other Worlds - Promising Untold Opportunities - Beckon. Silently, They Orbit The Sun, Waiting.

We Are Made Of Stellar Ash. Our Origin And Evolution Have Been Tied To Distant Cosmic Events. The Exploration Of The Cosmos Is A Voyage Of Self-discovery.

We Are, Each Of Us, A Multitude. Within Us Is A Little Universe.

The Brain Is Like A Muscle. When It Is In Use We Feel Very Good. Understanding Is Joyous.

You're Capable Of Such Beautiful Dreams And Such Horrible Nightmares.