There’s something satisfying, I think,” Evans said, “about the idea of light travelling for millions of years through space and just at the right moment as it reaches Earth someone looks at the right bit of sky and sees it.

I told my mother that she was not going anywhere and that I would remember her for a good long time because she was going to go on reminding me of herself.

Hitchhiking is not a sport. It is not an art. It certainly isn't work, for it requires no particular ability not does it produce anything of value. It's an adventure, I suppose, but a shallow ignoble adventure.

Mathematics was hard, dull work. Geography pleased me more. For dancing I was quite enthusiastic.

Written By John James Audubon

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