marți, 29 iunie 2010

anatole france

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

Devout believers are safeguarded in a high degree against the risk of certain neurotic illnesses; their acceptance of the universal neurosis spares them the task of constructing a personal one.

I prefer the folly of enthusiasm to the indifference of wisdom.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.


It is human nature to think wisely and act in an absurd fashion.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

One thing above all gives charm to men's thoughts, and this is unrest. A mind that is not uneasy irritates and bores me.

Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.

Suffering! We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives value to life; we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe to it all the virtues.

The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.

We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.

What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.

Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.

antoine de saint-exupery

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.


It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

It is such a secret place, the land of tears.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward in the same direction.

Men have forgotten this truth,' said the fox. 'But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.'

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

The aeroplane has unveiled for us the true face of the earth.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.