Oh, would that my mind could let fall its dead ideas, as the tree does its withered leaves! – Andre Gide
Great authors are admirable in this respect: in every generation they make for disagreement. Through them we become aware of our differences. – Andre Gide
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again. – 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