The rockets and the satellites, spaceships that we're creating now, we're pollinating the universe.

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

It seems to me, that if the matter of our sun and planets and all the matter of the universe, were evenly scattered throughout all the heavens, and every particle had an innate gravity towards all the rest, and the whole of space throughout which this matter was scattered was but finite, the matter on [toward] the outside of this space would, by its gravity, tend towards all the matter on the inside, and, by consequence, fall down into the middle of the whole space, and there compose one great spherical mass.

The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

I'm like a fatter version of Amy Winehouse and a skinnier version of Lily Allen.