A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large wo….

Death has nothing to do with going away.The sun sets The moon sets But they are not gone..

Does the sun ask itself, "Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?" No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, "What does the moo….

For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling..

It was like noticing the sun. You couldn't help but see it, to turn to face the heat of it, to bask in the glory of it. But often when the sun is hig….

It was not until we saw the picture of the earth, from the moon, that we realized how small and how helpless this planet is - something that we must ….

The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon.

Today, your cell phone has more computer power than all of NASA back in 1969, when it placed two astronauts on the moon. Video games, which consume e….

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged ….

When the moon is shining the cripple becomes hungry for a walk.

A powerful dragon crying its eyes out under the moon in a deserted valley is a sight and a sound hardly to be imagined..

Let's pass a bill to cover the moon with yogurt that will cost $5 trillion today. And then let's pass a bill the next day to cancel that bill. We cou….

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her..

I was sat at the bottom of the garden a week ago, smoking a reflective cheroot, thinking about this and that - mostly that, and I just happened to gl….

The revolt of the poet is invariably conservative at its roots. … Not politically conservative, but imaginatively conservative, with a profound regar….

Who can tell us of the inhabitants of this little planet that shines of an evening, called the moon?...when you inquire about the inhabitants of that….

You are the treasure custodian, cleaning the moon for me, scouring the sky so the stars would shine bright..

by night only crazy things like the full moon and the whippoorwill and us, are busy..

I've written a lot of books which are written from the moon - the view from nowhere..

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air..

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself..