People have stars, but they aren't the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they're nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they're problems... But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you'll have stars like nobody else... since I'll be laughing on one of them, for you it'll be as if all the stars are laughing. You'll have stars that can laugh!... and it'll be as if I had given you, instead of stars, a lot of tiny bells that know how to laugh.

The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry. He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him.... He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them.

All grown-ups were once children... but only few of them remember it.

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.

Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

More wisdom is latent in things as they are than in all the words men use.