French Author Quotes
In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.
So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
The physician has a sacred mission on earth; and to fulfill it he begins at the source of life, and goes down to the mysterious darkness of the tomb.
The public always prefers to be reassured. There are those whose job this is. There are only too many.
You can pretend to be serious but you can't pretend to be witty.
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.
I love Germany so dearly that I hope there will always be two of them.
There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.
An administration, like a machine, does not create. It carries on.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
The distance between the earth and her satellite is a mere trifle, and undeserving of serious consideration. I am convinced that before twenty years are over one-half of our earth will have paid a visit to the moon.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all.
We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the ruins as well. But the only way I can see of doing that is to use them to put up a lot of fine, well-designed buildings.
Beautiful... as the fortuitous encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissecting table.
Comte de Lautréamont
Misery's fine - as long as you know you can get out of it when you want to.
I sit beside my lonely fire
And pray for wisdom yet:
For calmness to remember
Or courage to forget.
Charles Hamilton Aide
There is no mystery about the authorship of Shakespeare's plays. They were not written by Shakespeare at all. They were all written by a total stranger, about whom all we know is that he was called Shakespeare.
A good youth ought to have a fear of God, to be subject to his parents, to give honor to his elders, to preserve his purity; he ought not to despise humility, but should love forbearance and modesty. All these are an ornament to youthful years.
These wretched kings,
Of whom all men speak ill, have oft some good in them.
One can make one's life a complete misery, worrying about burglaries and shipwrecks, but ask anyone, anyone you know... earth-shattering disasters and fabulous inheritances all seems to take place exclusively in the newspapers.
Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.
I am Arnaut who love the wind,
And chase the hare with the ox,
And swim against the torrent.
A tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
What colour are they now, thy quiet waters?
The evening star has brought the evening light,
And filled the river with the green hillside;
The hill-tops waver in the rippling water,
Trembles the absent vine and swells the grape
In thy clear crystal.
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