Look at the sky. Ask yourselves: Has the sheep eaten the flower, yes or no? And you will see how everything changes.

A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out.

if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too? a sheep eats whatever it finds even a flower with thorn? even a flower with thorns. then what's the good of thorns?

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Others send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.

Trying to be witty leads to lying, more or less.