He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

He who never says "no" is no true man.

How is it possible for one to own the stars?" "To whom do they belong?" the businessman retorted, peevishly. "I don't know. To nobody.

To be a man is, precisely, to be responsible.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, which is to be what one is and no other.

You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.