I would like to die on Mars, just not on impact.
The astronomer will believe that the most erratic comet will yet accomplish its journey and revisit our sphere; but we give up those for lost who have not wandered one-half the distance from the centre of light and life.
At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.
Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.
The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships.
The Prophet was taken by the order of God to heaven, which is a prototype of all spiritual realization in Islam. But, he had a guide; Gabriel, the angel, was his guide. He took him to heaven.
Like a blazing comet, I've traversed infinite nights, interstellar spaces of the imagination, voluptuousness and fear.
Terrestrial scenery is much, but it is not all. Men go in search of it; but the celestial scenery journeys to them; it goes its way round the world. It has no nation, it costs no wearinesss, it knows no bonds.
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.
My fear is dying badly, through illness or injury. But what a glorious demise it would be to burn up in space.
The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Mohammed personally mapped out seven heavens. If he got to seven, you know there's more.
The soul of man is like to water; from Heaven it cometh, to Heaven it riseth And then returning to earth, forever alternating.
That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me.
My whole entry into astronomy started from a spiritual place.
There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.
I'm not flying to the moon. But when I've talked to people who have been up, you can tell it's really special because without fail a very special light comes into their eyes and they appear to be very fulfilled in some way and very calm.
Our friend and we were invited aboard on a party of pleasure, which is to last forever. His chair was ready first, and he has gone before us. We could not all conveniently start together; and why should you and I be grieved at this, since we are soon to follow, and know where to find him.
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.
Ecstasy is almost never discussed anymore, but leaving the earth is one way of attaining it. To exchange ecstasy for death is often the bargain.
Jesus Christ will be the leader of an intergalactic earth evacuation. We're getting some earth leaders up there to check the mother ship. The Bible says that the sky will be glorious and Christ will come back to us all.
The reports of the eclipse parties not only described the scientific observations in great detail, but also the travels and experiences, and were sometimes marked by a piquancy not common in official documents.
