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

It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.

I ought not to have listened to her,' he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.