What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

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!

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

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

What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.