Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?
From my childhood it has been my conviction that men would reach the planets in my lifetime. . . this conviction. . . rests on two beliefs, one scientific and one political: (1) there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our present-day science. And we shall only find out what they are if we go out and look for them. (2) it is in the long run essential to the growth of any new and high civilization that small groups of people can escape from their neighbors and from their governments, to go and live as they please in the wilderness.
I refuse to accept Pluto's resignation as a planet.
If you're going to be alive and on this planet, you have to, like, suck the marrow out of every day and get the most out of it.
We are dominated on this planet by a fear-based rather than a love-based thought system.
It is a curious feature of our existance that we come from a planet that is very good at promoting life but even better at extinguishing it.
The thinnest people on the planet are those who eat the most carbohydrates.
Now, I'm the most impatient person that ever walked the planet. However: for the best, you always wait.
Everybody is a hypocrite. You can't live on this planet without being a hypocrite.
We are addicted to money and our obsession with it is leading to the destruction of our planet.
I'm from the same planet as David Bowie.
Science seems ready to confer upon us, as its final gift, the power to erase human life from this planet.
Together, we can bring our planet's heartbeat back.
We must realize that our destiny is strongly linked to the destiny of the poorest on this planet.
And then when I went to Chicago, that's when I had these outer space experiences and went to the other planets.
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
Thats because, like everyone else on the planet, you believed that time would teach you to grow closer to God. But time doesnt teach; it merely brings us a sense of weariness and of growing older.
The greatest question of all is whether our experience on this planet is 'it' or whether there is something else. Things in the supernatural realm give support, strangely perhaps, to the things we take on faith.
On our crowded planet there are no longer any internal affairs!
We know that when push comes to shove, [we can] drive ourselves to save our planet.