It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories.

We are all youthful barbarians, and only our new toys bring us excitement. That has been the sole purpose of our flights. This one flies higher, that one faster. But now we will make ourselves at home. We will forget the machine, the tool. It is no longer complex; it does what it is supposed to do, unnoticed. And through this tool we will find again the old nature, the nature of the gardener, the navigator, the poet.

Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.