Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some. |
Listen, my friend, there are two races of beings. The masses teeming and happy /common clay, if you like /eating, breeding, working, counting their pennies; people who just live; ordinary people; people you can't imagine dead. And then there are the others /the noble ones, the heroes. The ones you can quite well imagine lying shot, pale and tragic; one minute triumphant with a guard of honor, and the next being marched away between two gendarmes. |
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself |
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself |
Men create real miracles when they use their God-given courage and intelligence |
Nothing is irreparable in politics. |
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life. |
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose. |
Our entire life consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are |
Our entire life consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are |
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it. |
Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way. |
Saintliness is also a temptation |
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path. |
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write. |