As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

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

Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated - there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

Where I live, everything is very small.

An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.