I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

Demagoguery enters at the moment when, for want of a common denominator, the principle of equality degenerates into the principle of identity.

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

No truth is proved, no truth achieved, by argument, and the ready-made truths men offer you are mere conveniences or drugs to make you sleep.