Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To

Behind All Seen Things Lies Something Vaster; Everything Is But A Path, A Portal Or A Window Opening On Something Other Than Iteself.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

You - You Alone Will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them...in One Of The Stars I Shall Be Living. In One Of Them I Shall Be Laughing. And So It Will Be As If All The Stars Were Laughing, When You Look At The Sky At Night...you - Only You - Will Have Stars That Can Laugh.

Using An Artful Tool Does Not Make One A Dry Technician. It Seems To Me That People That Are Anxious About Our Technical Advancement, Confuse Means And Ends. Naturally A Person That Only Works For Material Gain Will Not Harvest Something That Is Worth Living For. But The Machine Is Not An End In Itself. The Airplane Is Not An End. It Is A Tool. Just Like The Plough.

Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And It Is Tiresome For Children To Be Always And Forever Explaining Things To Them.