Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says 'I was beaten,' he does not say 'My men were beaten.'

In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories.

We are all youthful barbarians, and only our new toys bring us excitement. That has been the sole purpose of our flights. This one flies higher, that one faster. But now we will make ourselves at home. We will forget the machine, the tool. It is no longer complex; it does what it is supposed to do, unnoticed. And through this tool we will find again the old nature, the nature of the gardener, the navigator, the poet.

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