To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

What Saves A Man Is To Take A Step. Then Another Step. It Is Always The Same Step, But You Have To Take It.

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

When I Find A Woman Attractive, I Have Nothing At All To Say. I Simply Watch Her Smile. Intellectuals Take Apart Her Face In Order To Explain It Bit By Bit, But They No Longer See The Smile.

A Pilot's Business Is With The Wind, And With The Stars, With Night, With Sand, With The Sea. He Strives To Outwit The Forces Of Nature. He Stares With Expectancy For The Coming Of The Dawn The Way A Gardener Awaits The Coming Of Spring. He Looks Forward To Port As A Promised Land, And Truth For Him Is What Lives In The Stars.