“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.”

Our passions are ourselves.

It is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel.

What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance?

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

In art as in love, instinct is enough.

The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.

We have never heard the devil’s side of the story, God wrote all the book.

It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks.

Whatever one may do, one is always alone in the world.

If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.

As to the kind of truth one finds in books, it is a truth that enables us sometimes to discern what things are not, without ever enabling us to discover what they are.

Armenia is dying, but it will survive. The little blood that is left is precious blood that will give birth to a heroic generation. A nation that does not want to die, does not die.

To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.

Determination. To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream. Not only plan, but also believe.

Imperfections make you more beautiful.

Whence arises all that order and beauty we see in the world?

Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue.

Beauty fades. Your spirit is forever.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

The best art is political and you ought to be able to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.