Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.

I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He has never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures. And all day he says over and over, just like you: 'I am busy with matters of consequence!' And that makes him swell up with pride. But he is not a man - he is a mushroom!

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.