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

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

A pilot's business is with the wind, and with the stars, with night, with sand, with the sea. He strives to outwit the forces of nature. He stares with expectancy for the coming of the dawn the way a gardener awaits the coming of spring. He looks forward to port as a promised land, and truth for him is what lives in the stars.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.