Perfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.

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

If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.

Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.

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

It's hard luck always having to be a judge.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.