Francois Mauriac

Francois Mauriac
François Charles Mauriacwas a French novelist, dramatist, critic, poet, and journalist, a member of the Académie française, and laureate of the Nobel Prize in Literature. He was awarded the Grand Cross of the Légion d'honneur in 1958...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 October 1885
CountryFrance
cross destiny friendship leaving mark path
No love, no friendship Can cross the path of our destiny Without leaving some mark on it forever.
soul doubt agitation
Doubt is nothing but a trivial agitation on the surface of the soul, while deep down there is a calm certainty.
love-is two weakness
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
names law flora
Every novel worthy of the name is like another planet, whether large or small, which has its own laws just as it has its own flora and fauna.
loneliness writing men
A writer is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.
ideas cowardice burden
Let us be wary of ready-made ideas about cowardice and courage: the same burden weighs infinitely more heavily on some shoulders than on others.
passion men climbing
A man's passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.
alliances protection recess
The Eucharist engages us unreservedly; it is a pact of love, an alliance signed in the deeper recesses of our being. All our potentialities are called upon to warrant the protection and fulfillment of this pact.
grace too-late mystery
That is the mystery of grace: it never comes too late.
wells deprived knows
We know well only what we are deprived of.
two germany glad
I love Germany so much I'm glad there are two of them.
belongs drop embrace eternal jewish last single word worth
We do not know the worth of one single drop of blood, one single tear. All is grace. If the Eternal is the Eternal, the last word for each one of us belongs to Him. This is what I should have told this Jewish child. But I could only embrace him weeping.
dearly french-novelist hope love
I love Germany so dearly that I hope there will always be two of them.