Andre Gide
Andre Gide
André Paul Guillaume Gidewas a French author and winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1947 "for his comprehensive and artistically significant writings, in which human problems and conditions have been presented with a fearless love of truth and keen psychological insight". Gide's career ranged from its beginnings in the symbolist movement, to the advent of anticolonialism between the two World Wars...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionAutobiographer
Date of Birth22 November 1869
CountryFrance
"Let the dead bury the dead." There is not a single word of Christ to which the Christian religion has paid less attention.
The only really Christian art is that which, like St. Francis, does not fear being wedded to poverty. This rises far above art-as-ornament.
The difficulty comes from this, that Christianity (Christian orthodoxy) is exclusive and that belief in its truth excludes belief in any other truth. It does not absorb; it repulses.
Christianity, above all, consoles; but there are naturally happy souls who do not need consolation. Consequently Christianity begins by making such souls unhappy, for otherwise it would have no power over them.
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time
Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness
The belief that becomes truth for me - is that which allows me the best use of my strength, the best means of putting my virtues into action
Most often people seek in life occasions for persisting in their opinions rather than for educating themselves.
The miser puts his gold pieces into a coffer; but as soon as the coffer is closed, it is as if it were empty.
The most decisive actions of our life - I mean those that are most likely to decide the whole course of our future - are, more often than not, unconsidered.
You have to let other people be right' was his answer to their insults. 'It consoles them for not being anything else.
The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness?
I do not love men: I love what devours them.
The individual person is more interesting than people in general; he and not they is the one whom God created in His image.