A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but I was sure of it that night.
If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others
The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.
Science is not only a disciple of reason but, also, one of romance and passion.
„Waiting for perfect is never as smart as making progress.”
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have I seen so many. I always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but I was sure of it that night.
If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others
The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.
Science is not only a disciple of reason but, also, one of romance and passion.
„Waiting for perfect is never as smart as making progress.”