What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

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

Si quelqu'un veut un mouton, c'est la preuve qu'il en existe un. (If somebody wants a sheep, that is a proof that one exists.)

I saw the sunset forty-four times!

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