The simple truth is that interstellar distances will not fit into the human imagination.

It&#39;s funny, after a while, you get tired of having to fight someone because they don&#39;t like the way you look.

Yes - it was happiness she still wanted, and the glimpse she had caught of it made everything else of no account. One by one she had detached herself from the baser possibilities , and she saw that nothing now remained to her but the emptiness of renunciation.  "The House of Mirth

The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.

Written By Max Beerbohm

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