It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them...In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.

The seed haunted by the sun never fails to find its way between the stones in the ground. And the pure logician, if no sun draws him forth, remains entangled in his logic.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

I believe that for his escape he took advantage of the migration of a flock of wild birds.

In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.