I don't understand these people anymore, that travel the commuter-trains to their dormitory towns. These people that call themselves human, but, by a pressure they do not feel, are forced to do their work like ants. With what do they fill their time when they are free of work on their silly little Sundays? I am very fortunate in my profession. I feel like a farmer, with the airstrips as my fields. Those that have once tasted this kind of fare will not forget it ever. Not so, my friends?

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.

I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.

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

It is the duty of the ship's captain to make port, cost what it may.