If you want to build a boat, do not instruct the men to saw wood, stitch the sails, prepare the tools and organize the work, but make them long for setting sail and travel to distant lands.

One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.

Grown ups are certainly very strange.

When you want to build a ship, then do not drum the men together in order to procure wood, to give instructions or to distribute the work, but teach them longing for the wide endless sea.

The Beauty of the Mountain is hidden for all those who try to discover it from the top, supposing that, one way or an other, one can reach this place directly. The Beauty of the Mountain reveals only to those who climbed it.

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.