Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.

There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.

We are not provided with wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can take for us, an effort which no one can spare us.

Every choice is made in the uncaring blind, no guarantees from the world around us.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

When we need to protect this country that has suffered for so long, no one is helping us, I don't need anyone's permission to do what we have to do to protect ourselves

Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

When prophecies give no help, men must find it themselves.

What we have not had to decipher, to elucidate by our own efforts, what was clear before we looked at it, is not ours. From ourselves comes only that which we drag forth from the obscurity which lies within us, that which to others is unknown.

The future's here, we are it, we are on our own

There is no plan, no future laid out for any of us beyond what we make for ourselves.

Experts never seem to tell us what we’re up against until we’re up against it.