Perfection is not when there is no more to add, but no more to take away.

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

I saw the sunset forty-four times!

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

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 one thing that matters is the effort.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.