In our rather stupid time, hunting is belittled and misunderstood, many refusing to see it for the vital vacation from the human condition that it is, or to acknowledge that the hunter does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, he kills in order to have hunted.

The real magic wand is the child's own mind.

The individual point of view is the only point of view from which one is able to look at the world in its truth.

The preoccupation with what should be is estimable only when the respect for what is has been exhausted.

Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.

Here, then, is the point at which I see the new mission of the librarian rise up incomparably higher than all those preceding. Up until the present, the librarian has been principally occupied with the book as a thing, as a material object. From now on he must give his attention to the book as a living function. He must become a policeman, master of the raging book.

Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.