Charity Never Humiliated Him Who Profited From

We Are All Youthful Barbarians, And Only Our New Toys Bring Us Excitement. That Has Been The Sole Purpose Of Our Flights. This One Flies Higher, That One Faster. But Now We Will Make Ourselves At Home. We Will Forget The Machine, The Tool. It Is No Longer Complex; It Does What It Is Supposed To Do, Unnoticed. And Through This Tool We Will Find Again The Old Nature, The Nature Of The Gardener, The Navigator, The Poet.

A Child Is Not Frightened At The Thought Of Being Patiently Transmuted Into An Old Man.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

He Who Must Travel Happily Must Travel Light.

People Have Stars, But They Aren't The Same. For Travelers, The Stars Are Guides. For Other People, They're Nothing But Tiny Lights. And For Still Others, For Scholars, They're Problems... But All Those Stars Are Silent Stars. You, Though, You'll Have Stars Like Nobody Else... Since I'll Be Laughing On One Of Them, For You It'll Be As If All The Stars Are Laughing. You'll Have Stars That Can Laugh!... And It'll Be As If I Had Given You, Instead Of Stars, A Lot Of Tiny Bells That Know How To Laugh.