You know...my flower...I'm responsible for her. And she's so weak! And so naive. She has four ridiculous thorns to defend her against the world.

A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves. A man's age represents a fine cargo of experience and memories.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown, that terror becomes the known.

To grasp the meaning of the world of today we use a language created to express the world of yesterday. The life of the past seems to us nearer our true natures, but only for the reason that it is nearer our language.

Perfection is attained, not when no more can be added, but when no more can be removed.

To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them.