The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.

Sitting in the flickering light of the candles on this kerchief of sand, on this village square, we waited in the night. We were waiting for the rescuing dawn - or for the Moors. Something, I know not what, lent this night a savor of Christmas. We told stories, we joked, we sang songs. In the air there was that slight fever that reigns over a gaily prepared feast. And yet we were infinitely poor. Wind, sand, and stars. The austerity of Trappists. But on this badly lighted cloth, a handful of men who possessed nothing in the world but their memories were sharing invisible riches.

You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

It is not for us to forecast the future, but to shape it.

When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.