Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

The Heart Of Man Does Not Tolerate An Absence Of The Excellent And Supreme.

The Truth Is That No Horizon Is Especially Interesting By Itself, By Virtue Of Its Peculiar Content, And That Any Horizon, Wide Or Narrow, Brilliant Or Dull, Varied Or Monotonous, May Possess An Interest Of Its Own Which Merely Requires A Vital Adjustment To Be Discovered.

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.

What Makes A Nation Great Is Not Primarily Its Great Men, But The Stature Of Its Innumerable Mediocre Ones.

The Difficulties Which I Meet With In Order To Realize My Existence Are Precisely What Awaken And Mobilize My Activities, My Capacities.