The essential things in life are seen, not with the eyes but with the heart.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

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

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

Flying is a man's job and its worries are a man's worries.