Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Man's highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.