What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
If France is to be judged, judge her not by the effects of her defeat but by her readiness to sacrifice herself.
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?
You become responsible for a long time for what you've tamed.