If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.

One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Using an artful tool does not make one a dry technician. It seems to me that people that are anxious about our technical advancement, confuse means and ends. Naturally a person that only works for material gain will not harvest something that is worth living for. But the machine is not an end in itself. The airplane is not an end. It is a tool. Just like the plough.

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