Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.
Everything has a natural explanation. The moon is not a god but a great rock and the sun a hot rock.
The sun burnt on, drugging everything with warmth.
The Sun never shined on a cause of greater worth.
Everything you've done, everything you've seen, everything you've become, remains. You never can go back, only forward, and if you don't bring the whole of yourself with you, you'll never see the sun again.
Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.
There might have been a hundred or a thousand life-bearing planets, had the course of evolution of the universe been a little different, or there might have been none at all. They would probably add, that, as life and man have been produced, that shows that their production was possible; and therefore, if not now then at some other time, if not here then in some other planet of some other sun, we should be sure to have come into existence; or if not precisely the same as we are, then something a little better or a little worse.
You yourself are even another little world and have within you the sun and the moon and also the stars.
I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.
That is what is wrong with our age. You know full well you are not watching the sun set. You are watching the world turn.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.
If the sun were made of hamsters, the earth would be incinerated.
Mystery magnifies danger as the fog the sun.
Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.
Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.
He's comming to meet me on Sun. Cant wait!!. . . Please God let him love me!!. . . This could be it [followed by five happy faces]. . . . Hes going to publish my pictures Im so glad I didn't sleep with him either!. . . I hate for men to want sex all the time. I hate sex anyway. (1992, diary entry as she prepares for a meeting with Paul Marciano, head of Guess. )
When the sun dies we will become one.
The wind and the sun are free.
