He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.

Once you are my friend, I am responsible for you.

One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.

You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

The one thing that matters is the effort. It continues, whereas the end to be attained is but an illusion of the climber, as he fares on and on from crest to crest; and once the goal is reached it has no meaning.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.