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.

The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.

It was the contemplation of God that created men who were equal, for it was in God that they were equal.

Using an artful tool does not make one a dry technician. It seems to me that people that are anxious about our technical advancement, confuse means and ends. Naturally a person that only works for material gain will not harvest something that is worth living for. But the machine is not an end in itself. The airplane is not an end. It is a tool. Just like the plough.

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.