Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

The injustice of defeat lies in the fact that its most innocent victims are made to look like heartless accomplices.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious.

Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied.

If you want to understand the meaning of happiness, you must see it as a reward and not as a goal.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

Experience shows us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.