I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!
Those who live are those who fight.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.
If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it’s a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.
Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.
The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from being diminished like every other reflection, it returns to us more radiant than ever.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.
As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn’t every war fought between men, between brothers?
There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling.
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.
Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
Reaction – a boat which is going against the current but which does not prevent the river from flowing on.
Taste is the common sense of genius.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.
Do not let it be your aim to be something, but to be someone.