There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

You conquered the landscape with the soles of shoes, not the tires.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

Do not trust your memory it is a net full of holes the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

A library is that venerable place where men preserve the history of their experience, their tentative experiments, their discoveries, and their plans... in books may be found the recipes for daily living - the prescriptions for the mind and the heart.

To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.

I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

The desire for order is the only order in the world.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory. Like the images the photographer plunges into a golden bath, our sentiments take on color and only then, after that recoil and that trans-figuration, do we understand their real meaning and enjoy them in all their tranquil splendor.