Everywhere we are told that our human resources are all to be used, that our civilization itself means the uses of everything it has - the inventions, the histories, every scrap of fact. But there is one kind of knowledge - infinitely precious, time-resistant more than monuments, here to be passed between the generations in any way it may be: never to be used. And that is poetry.

Flight is intolerable contradiction.

My lifetime listens to yours.

One writes in order to feel.

Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

The world is not made of molecules, the world is made of stories.

I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot