I have two doctors, my left leg and my right.
~ G.M. Trevelyan
Antoine de Saint-Exupery Quotes
Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.
I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
Man is a knot into which relationships are tied.
The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.
A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says "I was beaten," he does not say "My men were beaten."
Pure logic is the ruin of the spirit.
The important thing is to strive towards a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
The one thing that matters is the effort. It continues, whereas the end to be attained is but an illusion of the climber, as he fares on and on from crest to crest; and once the goal is reached it has no meaning.
Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.
One's suffering disappears when one lets oneself go, when one yields - even to sadness.
The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.
If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars.
One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.
The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming - a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
People haven't time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made in stores. But since there are no stores where you can buy friends, people no longer have friends.
One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.
The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.
He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.
No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.