To love is not to look at one another, But to look together in the same direction |
Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together. |
True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new. |
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return |
Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back |
War is like a big machine that no one really knows how to run and when it gets out of control it ends up destroying the things you thought you were fighting for, and a lot of other things you kinda forgot you had. |
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus. |
We look at each other wondering what the other is thinking but we never say a thing. |
We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men. |
What do we mean by setting a man free? You cannot free a man who dwells in a desert and is an unfeeling brute. There is no liberty except the liberty of some one making his way towards something. Such a man can be set free if you will teach him the meaning of thirst, and how to trace a path to a well. Only then will he embark upon a course of action that will not be without significance. You could not liberate a stone if there were no law of gravity -- for where will the stone go, once it is quarried? |
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well. |
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well. |
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well. |
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step. |
What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone. |