You're beautiful, but you're empty.... No one could die for you.

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

The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry. He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him.... He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

You know you've achieved perfection in design, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away.