We are all youthful barbarians, and only our new toys bring us excitement. That has been the sole purpose of our flights. This one flies higher, that one faster. But now we will make ourselves at home. We will forget the machine, the tool. It is no longer complex; it does what it is supposed to do, unnoticed. And through this tool we will find again the old nature, the nature of the gardener, the navigator, the poet.

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.

Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.