All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.
For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides.
For others they are no more than little lights in the sky.

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... You — only you — will have stars that can laugh!

My thoughts are star I cannot fathom into constellations.

I wonder whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again...

All these stars are silent. You — you alone — will have the stars as no one else has them.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.

Mona once said that stars are the best part of being alive. On the other side, where people go after they die, they can't see the stars.

"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven..."

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

I own the stars, because nobody else before me ever thought of owning them.