I don't think... one get a flash of happiness once, and never again; it is there deep within you.

There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.

I do not see eye to eye with the camera.

To me, the explanation of life seems to be its melody, its pattern. And I feel in life such an infinite, truly inconceivable fantasy.

As we grow old we slowly come to believe that everything will turn out badly for us, and that failure is in the nature of things; but then we do not much mind what happens to us one way or the other.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself. . . Every time I have gone up in an aeroplane and looked down have realized I was free of the ground, I have had the consciousness of a new discovery. "I see:" I have thought, "This was the idea. And now I understand everything."

Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other.