How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

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

Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, "My flower's up there somewhere. . . ." But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?

The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.