What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.

Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals - from common navigation toward a star.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

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

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

When we think that the machine will harm man, then it is perhaps because we are not yet capable of judging the rapid changes it has brought about. We hardly feel at home in this landscape of mines and power stations. We have just moved into this new home that we have not even finished yet. Everything around us has changed so fast - personal relations, working conditions, habits. Even our state of mind is in turmoil.