The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

At one time I say to myself: "Surely not! The little prince shuts his flower under her glass globe every night, and he watches over his sheep very carefully . . ." Then I am happy. And there is sweetness in the laughter of all the stars.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

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