The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

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

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.

The house, the stars, the desert -- what gives them their beauty is something that is invisible!

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.