I was too young to know how to love her.

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

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.

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

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals - from common navigation toward a star.

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.