Astronomy Quotes by Arthur C. Clarke

Astronomy, as nothing else can do, teaches men humility.

— Arthur C. Clarke

“The thing’s hollow—it goes on forever—and—oh my God!— it’s full of stars! ”

— Arthur C. Clarke

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

— Arthur C. Clarke

The moon is the first milestone on the road to the stars.

— Arthur C. Clarke

“My God -- it's full of stars! -Dave Bowman.”

— Arthur C. Clarke

The universe must be full of voices, calling from star to star in a myriad tongues. One day we shall join that…

— Arthur C. Clarke

“for there was no vessel—at least of Man’s making—anywhere between her and the infinitely distant stars.”

— Arthur C. Clarke

Look, whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.) Overhead, without any fuss,…

— Arthur C. Clarke

When the Sun shrinks to a dull red dwarf, it will not be dying. It will just be starting to live and…

— Arthur C. Clarke

“Some immaterial pattern of energy, throwing off a spray of radiation like the wake of a racing speedboat, had leaped from the…

— Arthur C. Clarke

In this single galaxy of ours there are eighty-seven thousand million suns. [...] In challenging it, you would be like ants attempting…

— Arthur C. Clarke

And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers…

— Arthur C. Clarke

In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere…

— Arthur C. Clarke

I can never look now at the Milky Way without wondering from which of those banked clouds of stars the emissaries are…

— Arthur C. Clarke

Every age has its dreams, its symbols of romance. Past generations were moved by the graceful power of the great windjammers, by…

— Arthur C. Clarke

“Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the…

— Arthur C. Clarke

“One thing seems certain. Our galaxy is now in the brief springtime of its life—a springtime made glorious by such brilliant blue-white…

— Arthur C. Clarke