The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it. The person we believe ourselves to be will always act in a manner consistent with our self-image. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he's a-getting, the sooner will his race be run, and nearer he's to setting. It is bad luck to be superstitious.
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assaults of thought on the unthinking.
You get what you settle for. There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact. No problem is so formidable that you can't walk away from it. Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite.