Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.

You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.

My senses of space, of distance, and of direction entirely vanished. When I looked for the ground I sometimes looked down, sometimes up, sometimes left, sometimes right. I thought I was very high up when I would suddenly be thown to earth in a near vertical spin. I thought I was very low to the ground and I was pulled up to 3,000 feet in two minutes by the 500-horsepower motor. It danced, it pushed, it tossed. . . . Ah! la la!

Straight ahead you can't go very far.

If Someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.

We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.