There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.
We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset.
Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.
To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible. It is to feel shame at the sight of what seems to be unmerited misery. It is to take pride in a victory won by one’s comrades. It is to feel, when setting one’s stone, that one is contributing to the building of the world.
Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.
The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
Let your dream devour your life, not your life devour your dream.
More wisdom is latent in things as they are than in all the words men use.
When you give yourself, you receive more than you give.
On ne sait jamais! One never knows!
The important thing is to strive toward a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.
And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells...
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.
Confuse not love with the raptures of possession, which bring the cruellest of sufferings. For, notwithstanding the general opinion, love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.
Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.
It is in your act that you exist, not in your body. Your act is yourself, and there is no other you.
He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound...