The itch is a mean, unconfessable, ridiculous malady; one can pity someone who is suffering ; someone who wants to scratch himself makes one laugh. Andre Gide More Quotes by Andre Gide More Quotes From Andre Gide When I cease to be indignant I will have begun my old age. Andre Gide old-age indignant age The wise man is he who constantly wonders afresh. Andre Gide wise wonder men Obtain from yourself all that makes complaining useless. No longer implore from others what you yourself can obtain. Andre Gide useless complaining The novelist does not long to see the Andre Gide novelists doe long One is always wrong to open a conversation with the devil, for, however he goes about it, he always insists upon having the last word. Andre Gide devil lasts conversation Other people's appetites easily appear excessive when one doesn't share them. Andre Gide appetite share people "Let the dead bury the dead." There is not a single word of Christ to which the Christian religion has paid less attention. Andre Gide christian philosophy art Welcome anything that comes to you, but do not long for anything else. Andre Gide change life long The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it. Andre Gide creation-of-man would-be men I do not love men: I love what devours them. Andre Gide mankind men Envying another man's happiness is madness; you wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. Andre Gide madness knows men Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it? Andre Gide heart long thinking Let every emotion be capable becoming an intoxication to you. If what you eat fails to make you drunk, it is because you are not hungry enough. Andre Gide drunk becoming emotion It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor. Andre Gide literature honor age Profound optimism is always on the side of the tortured. Andre Gide optimism sides profound Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man. Andre Gide anxiety brain men It is with fine sentiments that bad literature is made. Descend to the bottom of the well if you wish to see the stars. Andre Gide stars literature wish An unprejudiced mind is probably the rarest thing in the world; to nonprejudice I attach the greatest value. Andre Gide prejudice mind world Do not scorn little victories. Andre Gide scorn victory littles If life were organized, there would be no need for art. Andre Gide would-be art needs
