To live is to be slowly born.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.

If you want to build a ship, teach the men to yearn for the vast and endless sea.

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.