You see that whiteness in the sky, which some call the milky-way; can you imagine what that is? Why, it is nothing but infinity of small stars, not to be seen by our eyes, because they are so very little; and they are sown so thick, one by another, that they seem to be one continued whiteness: I wish you had a glass to see this ant's nest of stars.


Conversations on the Plurality of Worlds, The Fifth Evening (pp. 159-160), Printed for Peter Wilson. Dublin, Ireland. 1761

Bernard Le Bovier de Fontenelle Quotes

You see that whiteness in the sky, which some call the milky-way; can you imagine what that is? Why, it is nothing but infinity of small stars, not...

You see that whiteness in the sky, which some call the milky-way; can you imagine what that is? Why, it is nothing but infinity of small stars, not...

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You see that whiteness in the sky, which some call the milky-way; can you imagine what that is? Why, it is nothing but infinity of small stars, not...