And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

When one is building a ship, one does not begin with gathering timber and cutting planks, but rather by arousing in people the yearning for the great wide sea.

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a down spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.