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Danh ngôn của Andre Gide (Sứ mệnh: 4)

Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.
'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor.
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.
Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.
It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves - in finding themselves.
Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
Great authors are admirable in this respect: in every generation they make for disagreement. Through them we become aware of our differences.
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.
Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.
There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.
Art begins with resistance - at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.
The color of truth is gray.