The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

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

One only really sees with the heart.

He who must travel happily must travel light.

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.