“Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?” 
"Yes." 
"All like ours?" 
"I don’t know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted." 
"Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?" 
"A blighted one.” 
-Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles