No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark — Francois Mauriac
If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold. — Francois Mauriac
If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads. — Francois Mauriac
A man’s passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die. — Francois Mauriac
I believe that only poetry counts … A great novelist is first of all a great poet. — Francois Mauriac
Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures. — Francois Mauriac
Tell me what you read and I’ll tell you who you are is true enough, but I’d know you better if you told me what you reread. — Francois Mauriac