He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound.

When faith burns itself out, 'tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant.

I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed."