Anatole France
Anatole France
Anatole Francewas a French poet, journalist, and novelist. He was born in Paris, and died in Saint-Cyr-sur-Loire. He was a successful novelist, with several best-sellers. Ironic and skeptical, he was considered in his day the ideal French man of letters. He was a member of the Académie française, and won the 1921 Nobel Prize in Literature "in recognition of his brilliant literary achievements, characterized as they are by a nobility of style, a profound human sympathy, grace, and a true...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 April 1844
CountryFrance
Distrust even Mathematics; albeit so sublime and highly perfected, we have here a machine of such delicacy it can only work in vacuo, and one grain of sand in the wheels is enough to put everything out of gear. One shudders to think to what disaster such a grain of sand may bring a Mathematical brain. Remember Pascal.
The man of science multiples the points of contact between man and nature.
Human affairs inspire in noble hearts only two feelings-admiration or pity.
The first virtue of all really great men is that they are sincere. They eradicate hypocrisy from their hearts.
We chase dreams and embrace shadows.
An education which does not cultivate the will is an education that depraves the mind.
Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.
Ignorance and error are necessary to life, like bread and water.
There are very honest people who do not think that they have had a bargain unless they have cheated a merchant.
The good critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.
It is only the poor who pay cash, and that not from virtue, but because they are refused credit.
What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.
Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.
That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future.