#astronomy

But my most favourite pursuit, after my daily exertions at the Foundry, was Astronomy. There were frequently clear nights when the glorious objects in the Heavens were seen in most attractive beauty and brilliancy. ↗

— James Nasmyth

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We are probably nearing the limit of all we can know about astronomy. ↗

— Simon Newcomb

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Astronomy compels the soul to look upwards and leads us from this world to another. ↗

— Plato

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It is clear to everyone that astronomy at all events compels the soul to look upwards, and draws it from the things of this world to the other. ↗

— Plato

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My amateur interest in astronomy brought out the term 'magnitude,' which is used for the brightness of a star. ↗

— Charles Francis Richter

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This is very similar to astronomy where different magnitudes are assigned to the brightness of an astronomical object, depending on the range of wavelengths being measured. ↗

— Charles Francis Richter

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I liked math - that was my favorite subject - and I was very interested in astronomy and in physical science. ↗

— Sally Ride

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We are not special. We are not innovative. We do not push the limits. We are small. Pathetic. Infinity lies before us. Right in front of our eyes. Look up! It's right there! Taunting you with its blue beauty. Space; an endless continuum to explore. And we choose to stay here. We are that scared nerdy kid in his apartment on Friday nights. We are not living. We are regressing. Inventing the wrong things...to steer us away from the real entertainment. Nature, space, the heavens. ↗

— B.S. Wood

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Your Excellency, I have no need of this hypothesis. ↗

— Pierre Laplace

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I read not so long ago about the construction of a large telescope in Chile's Atacama Desert, where rainfall can average a millimetre a year and the air is fifty times as dry as the air in Death Valley. Needless to say, skies over the Atacama are pristine. The pilgrim astronomer ventures to the earth’s ravaged reaches in order to peer more keenly at other worlds, and I suppose the novelist is up to something similar. ↗

— Brad Leithauser

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