“Rising now, anon descending,
Swift and bright as shooting stars,
Thus we travel glad and free.”

“Now on a towering arch of waves we rise,
Heaved on the bounding billows, to the skies.
Then, as the roaring surge retreating fell,
We shoot down headlong to the depths of hell.”

“I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.”

“Yet for this we travelled
With hope, and not alone,
In the country of ourselves,
In a country of bright stone.”

“I'm traveling alone
Up the highway of sight
The blue shadows fall
On the graveyard of stone
The mild afternoon
Puts the coffee cup down
My eyes see the moon... rise
And all I am is energy
And now I'm in this form
I came shooting down the universe at birth”

“And all o'er heaven is that clear blue
The stars so love to wander through.
They're rising from the silent deep,
Like bright eyes opening after sleep.”

“Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.”

“God, at the beginning, created two human beings, from whom the whole multitude of the human race has descended; and thus it is not the equity of nature, but the ambition of evil desire, which has given rise to worldly nobility.”

“If you shoot for the stars, you'll at least hit the moon”

“Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
And she was the moon shining back his light a little
He was a shooting star
She was softer and more slowly
He could not make things possible
But, she could make them holy.”