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
It is well for the heart to be naive and for the mind not to be
The absurdity of a religious practice may be clearly demonstrated without lessening the numbers of people who indulge in it
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.
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
The pseudonym for God when He did not want to sign.
The dog is a religious animal. In his savage state he worships the moon and the lights that float upon the waters. These are his gods to whom he appeals at night with long-drawn howls.
A writer is rarely so well inspired as when he talks about himself.
The Arab who built himself a hut with marbles from the temple of Palmyra is more philosophical than all the curators of the museums of London, Paris, and Munich.
There is a certain impertinence in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
What men call civilization is the condition of present customs; what they call barbarism, the condition of past ones.