To live is to be slowly born.
When faith burns itself out, ’tis God who dies and thenceforth proves unavailing.
Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.
To be a man is to feel that one’s own stone contributes to building the edifice of the world.
The soldier’s body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.
Man is, above all, he who creates.
You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.
He who would travel happy must travel lite.
Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world.
What sets us against one another is not our aims-they all come to the same thing-but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.
Once we are bound together to our brothers by a common good that is outside us, then we can breathe. Experience teaches us that love is not to gaze at one another but to gaze in the same direction. There is no comradeship except through unity on the same rope, climbing towards the same peak.
Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.
And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously.
Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry...
Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.
For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.
And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.
You’re not a man, you’re a mushroom!
I don’t believe you! Flowers are weak creatures. They are naive. They reassure themselves as best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons...
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become – to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.