For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

The sunflower is mine, in a way.

If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.

...to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.