A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out.

Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.

Grown ups are certainly very strange.

Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.

Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.