There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.

Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

Though one believes in nothing, there are moments in life when one accepts the religion of the temple nearest at hand.

First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.

A breath of Paris preserves the soul.