There is no hope of joy except in human relations.
It is in the compelling zest of high adventure and of victory, and in creative action, that man finds his supreme joys.
The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.
Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made.
A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says ‘I was beaten,’ he does not say ‘My men were beaten.’
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
I have always learned to distinguish the important from the urgent.
You give birth to that on which you fix your mind.
It is not a question of living dangerously. That formula is too arrogant, too presumptuous. I don’t care much for bull-fighters. It’s not the danger I love. I know what I love. It is life itself.
But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I’ll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Others send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music.
Where I live, everything is very small.
Horror causes men to clench their fists, and in horror men join together.
Man is but a network of relationships and these alone matter to him.
If you tame me, it would be as if the sun came to shine on my life.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
Love does not cause suffering: what causes it is the sense of ownership, which is love’s opposite.
True love is visible not to the eyes but to the heart, for eyes may be deceived...
One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
Intelligence is not creative; judgment is not creative. If a sculptor is nothing but skill and mind, his hands will be without genius.