Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees well only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.

If France is to be judged, judge her not by the effects of her defeat but by her readiness to sacrifice herself.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?