In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space.

Not all who listen, believe. If you call the Gospel a crazy fairy tale, a far-too-good-to-be-true myth, an insane extension of wishful thinking, or even a blasphemous lie, I will respect you and argue with you. But if you call it a platitude, I can only pity you, for that means you have never listened to it.

I find my data first in myself, not first in the poets. For if I did not find it in myself, I would not be able to find it in the poets.