We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars. Silent clouds of stars, other worlds uncountable and other suns beyond numbering. Across the ages.
Deep sky is, of all visual impressions, the nearest akin to a feeling.
Behold, all these kingdoms, and any man who hath seen any or the least of these hath seen God moving in his majesty and power. The mind that grasps its facts and principles receives something of the enlargement and grandeur belonging to the science itself. It is a quickener of devotion. No one can contemplate the great facts of astronomy without feeling his own littleness and the wonderful sweep of the power and providence of God. An undevout astronomer is mad.