The man who is intoxicated with life does not pass judgment, does not seek to come to a conclusion, does not impose his message on the world.

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

There is nothing in itself which is wrong or evil not even murder.

All the lies and evasions by which man has nourished himself civilization, in a word is the fruits of the creative artist. It is the creative nature of man which has refused to let him lapse back into that unconscious unity with life which characterizes the animal world from which he made his escape.

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.