The wind of revolutions is not tractable.

Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.

A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.