On Civilisation

On Civilisation

A civilisation is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance.

There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begun to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilisation that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.

(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Flight to Arras)

On Patriotism

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.

 (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Flight to Arras)

On Religion

La religión es como gaseosa: una vez abierta la botella solo es cuestión de tiempo que pierda el gas.

(Historia de España contada para escépticos by Juan Eslava Galán)