I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

A man has many parts, he is virtually everything, and you are free to select in him that part which pleases you.

The one thing that matters is the effort. It continues, whereas the end to be attained is but an illusion of the climber, as he fares on and on from crest to crest; and once the goal is reached it has no meaning.

It was the contemplation of God that created men who were equal, for it was in God that they were equal.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

Navigating by the compass in a sea of clouds over Spain is all very well, it is very dashing, but - you want to remember that below the sea of clouds lies eternity.

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.