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
Make love now, by night and by day, in winter and in summer... You are in the world for that and the rest of life is nothing but vanity, illusion, waste. There is only one science, love, only one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law, and the prophets.
Christianity has done a great deal for love by making a sin of it.
There is only one science, love, one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law and the prophets.
Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.
A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid.
In art as in love, instinct is enough.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
Religion has done love a great servive by making it a sin.
The absurdity of a religious practice may be clearly demonstrated without lessening the numbers of people who indulge in it
To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.
To die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.
We do not know what to do with this short life, yet we want another which will be eternal.
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself a fool.
The average man does not know what to do with his life, yet wants another one which will last forever