When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

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

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!

No single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born. It would be a bit too easy if we could go about borrowing ready-made souls.