The abominable effort to take ones sins with one to paradise. – Andre Gide
Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrows joy is possible only if todays makes way for it that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one. – Andre Gide
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon. – Andre Gide
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace. – Andre Gide