Hello, I'm Leonard Nimoy. The following tale of alien encounters is true. By true I mean false. It's all lies. But they're entertaining lies and in the end, isn't that the truth? The answer is no.

That is the exploration that awaits you! Not mapping stars and studying nebula, but charting the unknown possibilities of existence.

My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture.

You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.

Without followers, evil cannot spread.

Because I have known despair, I value hope. Because I have tasted frustration, I value fulfillment. Because I have been lonely, I value love.

A stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential.

Those who cannot hear an angry shout may strain to hear a whisper.

Whatever we are we belong together. Wherever we are, we will find each other. Whoever we are we are forever one.

You cannot explore the universe if you think that you are the center of it.

life is either a reproducible, almost commonplace manifestation of matter, given certain conditions, or a miracle. Too many steps are involved to allow for something in between.

Don't regret your despondency in the shadows of evil, for the good light never did anything to erase your misery.

Make a Goal Box, a chart of positive daily contact with a family when you are working with them.

I mean, Emily Harris was his wife. And she seemed to resent his leadership, but on the other hand, she felt like a good soldier, that he had to be the leader.

By a curious confusion, many modern critics have passed from the proposition that a masterpiece may be unpopular to the other proposition that unless it is unpopular it cannot be a masterpiece.

People who focus exclusively on efforts that matter, succeed. It's that simple.

Anger begins in folly, and ends in repentance.

What Sri Chinmoy does is God-given! He has a tremendous, a fantastic creative urge.

Yet the evil still increased, and, like the parasite of barnacles on a ship, if it did not destroy the structure, it obstructed its fair, comfortable progress in the path of life.