André Malraux Quotes

At the end of the [19th] century, Nietzsche proclaimed the death of God. Now it is for us to ask ourselves whether, today, man is not dead.

- [...] Ah ! pourquoi l'intelligence des femmes veut-elle toujours choisir un autre objet que le sien ?
- Quel est le sien, cher ?
- Le charme et la compréhension, de toute évidence.
Elle réfléchit.
- Ce que les hommes appellent ainsi, c'est la soumission de l'esprit. Vous ne reconnaissez chez une femme que l'intelligence qui vous approuve.

One cannot create an art that speaks to me when one has nothing to say.

On peut aimer que le sens du mot “art” soit tenter de donner conscience à des hommes de la grandeur qu’ils ignorent en eux.

Our characteristic response to the mutilated statue, the bronze dug up from the earth, is revealing. It is not that we prefer time-worn bas-reliefs, or rusted statuettes as such, nor is it the vestiges of death that grip us in them, but those of life. Mutilation is the scar left by the struggle with Time, and a reminder of it — Time which is as much a part of ancient works of art as the material they are made of, and thrusts up through the fissures, from a dark underworld, where all is at once chaos and determinism.

كل ألم لا يساعد أحدا ألم لا معنى له

People judge what they do not understand

The present age delights in unearthing a great man's secrets; for one thing because we like to temper our admiration and also perhaps we have a vague hope of finding a clue to genius in such "revelations."

But, of course, of course, I imitated everyone! Except myself. — Pablo Picasso

Les blessures du plus profond amour suffisent à faire une assez belle haine - La Condition Humaine

On this earth of ours where everything is subject to the passing of time, one thing only is both subject to time and yet victorious over it: the work of art.

I don't argue with my enemies; I explain to their children.

لا يحدث للإنسان ما يستحقه, بل ما يشبهه

What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.

The human mind invents its Puss-in-Boots and its coaches that change into pumpkins at midnight because neither the believer nor the atheist is completely satisfied with appearances.