The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.
The real friends of the space voyager are the stars. Their friendly, familiar patterns are constant companions, unchanging, out there.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
All the stars all the galaxies are in the same spot night after night after night. And Planet Nine, when we see it, will slowly move across the sky.
I can find in my undergraduate classes, bright students who do not know that the stars rise and set at night, or even that the Sun is a star.
I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.
The spacious firmament on high, And all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.
Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.
The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation.
For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
