If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Ce qui embellit le désert, c'est qu'il cache un puits quelque part.

مرۆڤەکان وا بیر دەکەنەوە ئەگەر جارێکی‌تر لەدایک ببنەوە؛ بە شێوەیەکی‌تر دەژین، شاد و بەختەوەر دەبن و کەمتر هەڵە دەکەن. وا بیر دەکەنەوە دەتوانن هەموو شتێک سەر لە نوێ دروست بکەنەوە؛ قایم و بێ‌خەش.
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ئێمە ئەگەر بوێری بە جۆرێکی‌تر ژیان‌کردن‌مان بووایە، ئەگەر دەسەڵاتی گۆڕان‌مان پێ بووایە، ئەگەر مرۆڤی سازان بوواین؛ هەر لێرە بەولاوەی ژیانمان ساز دەکرد.

Have you looked at a modern airplane? Have you followed from year to year the evolution of its lines? Have you ever thought, not only about the airplane but about whatever man builds, that all of man's industrial efforts, all his computations and calculations, all the nights spent over working draughts and blueprints, invariably culminate in the production of a thing whose sole and guiding principle is the ultimate principle of simplicity? It is as if there were a natural law which ordained that to achieve this end, to refine the curve of a piece of furniture, or a ship's keel, or the fuselage of an airplane, until gradually it partakes of the elementary purity of the curve of a human breast or shoulder, there must be the experimentation of several generations of craftsmen. In anything at all, perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add, but when there is no longer anything to take away, when a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.