Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

Two things fill the mind with every new and increasing wonder and awe, the oftener and the more steadily I reflect upon them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me. I do not merely conjecture them and seek them as if they were obscured in darkness or in the transcendent region beyond my horizon: I see them before me, and I connect them directly with the consciousness of my own existence. The starry heavens begin at the place I occupy in the external world of sense, and they broaden the connection in which I stand into an unbounded magnitude of worlds beyond worlds and systems of systems and into the limitless times of their periodic motion, their beginning and duration. The latter begins at my invisible self, my personality, and exhibits me in a world which has true infinity but which only the understanding can trace - a world in which I recognise myself as existing in a universal and necessary ( and not, as in the first case, only contingent) connection, and thereby also in connection with all those visible worlds. The former view of a countless multitude of worlds annihilates, as it were, my importance as an 'animal creature' which must give back to the planet (a mere speck in the universe) the matter fro which it came, matter which is for a little time endowed with vital force, we know not how. The latter, on the contrary, infinitely raises my worth as that of an 'intelligence' by my being a person in whom the moral law reveals to me a life independent of all animality and even of the whole world of sense, at least so far as it may be inferred from the final destination assigned to my existence by this law, a destination which is not restricted to the conditions and boundaries of this life but reaches into the infinite.

I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

once you have tasted the taste of sky, you will forever look up

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done — done, see you! — under that sky there, every day.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers...