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Georges Bernanos
February 20, 1888 - July 5, 1948
Nationality: French
Category: Author
Subcategory: French Author

Civilization exists precisely so that there may be no masses but rather men alert enough never to constitute masses.


The wish to pray is a prayer in itself. God can ask no more than that of us.


Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment, it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine, which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge, it slays our need for it.


The modern state no longer has anything but rights; it does not recognize duties any more.


Who are you to condemn another's sin? He who condemns sin becomes part of it, espouses it.


A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.


It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.


What does the truth matter? Haven't we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast!


Faith is not a thing which one "loses," we merely cease to shape our lives by it.


Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.


A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.


Hope is a risk that must be run.


The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.


Truth is meant to save you first, and the comfort comes afterward.


It's a fine thing to rise above pride, but you must have pride in order to do so.


No one ever discovers the depths of his own loneliness.


Hell, madam, is to love no longer.


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