Antoine de Saint-Exup�ry
France
29 Jun 1900 // 31 Jul 1944
Writer / Aviator
29 Jun 1900 // 31 Jul 1944
Writer / Aviator
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What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well
We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men
War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus
True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new
Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures - in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together
The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something
The one thing that matters is the effort
The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
Essays
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
Essays
Essays