I do not regret my youth and its beliefs. Up to now, I have wasted my time to live. Youth is the true force, but it is too rarely lucid. Sometimes it has a triumphant liking for what is now,… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“In so speaking they saw further than the flesh. In their remorse and disgust it was not mere physical disillusionment that so crushed them. They saw further. They were overcome by an impression of bleak truth, of aridity, of growing… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“He fell back. He had cried out so loud that even if there had been no breach in the wall, I should have heard… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“Separation! They were very much alike in ideas and temperament, and just then they were helping each other as much as they could. But… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“It is not by sin that we attain happiness, nor is it by virtue, nor is it by that kind of divine fire by… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people! — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
There are cloudy moments when one asks himself if men do not deserve all the disasters into which they rush! No - I recover… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“She was thinking of him. Doubled up, small as a child, she gazed intently into the distance, at the man who was not there.… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine. However wrong we… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“I had no genius, no mission to fulfill, no great heart to bestow. I had nothing and I deserved nothing. But all the same… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving. To sin in order to be a… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
All lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance; they see each other, and are attached to each other by… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness. — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
