Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.

I shall never again admire a merely brave man.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.

For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.

When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.