Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

As For The Future, Your Task Is Not To Foresee It, But To Enable It.

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.