The job has its grandeurs, yes. There is the exultation of arriving safely after a storm, the joy of gliding down out of the darkness of night or tempest toward a sun-drenched Alicante or Santiago; there is the swelling sense of returning to repossess one's place in life, in the miraculous garden of earth, where are trees and women and, down by the harbor, friendly little bars. When he has throttled his engine and is banking into the airport, leaving the somber cloud masses behind, what pilot does not break into song?

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

I am a fox", the fox said.

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

What sets men at variance is but the treachery of language, for always they desire the same things.

You're not a man, you're a mushroom!

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.