‘I love the stars, and I’m almost angry with the Sun for overpowering them.’

‘I can never forgive it,’ I cried, ‘for making me lose sight of all those worlds.’

‘What do you mean, worlds?’ she asked, turning to me.

‘Excuse me,’ I answered. ‘You’ve set me onto my weakness, and my imagination is getting the best of me.’

‘What is this weakness?’ she asked, not to be deterred.

‘I’m ashamed to admit it,” I said, “but I have a peculiar notion that every star could well be a world. I wouldn’t swear that it’s true, but I think so because it pleases me to think so. The idea sticks in my mind in a most delightful way. As I see it, this pleasure is an integral part of truth itself.’

Bernard le Bovier de Fontenelle | Conversations on the Plurality of Worlds | pg. 10

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