War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

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

I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind.

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.

Money has never made man happy, nor will it, there is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more of it one has the more one wants.

What the flamingo teaches a child, at that subliminal level where animal encounters work, is that gravity is not just a limitation, but also a possible partner in an intriguing, potentially joyful game.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.