The machine does not isolate us from the great problems of nature but plunges us more deeply into them

Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated / there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.