Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.
Common sense is in spite of, not as the result of education.
Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.
The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. This is surprising, and yet nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each other and assuming each the other’s qualities.
Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.
One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.
The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real.
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.
If you don’t build castles in the air you won’t build anything on the ground.
Loving is half of believing.
Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.