Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Date of Birth:

29-Jun-1900

Nationality:

France

Profession:

Novelist

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was born in Lyons on June 29, 1900 studied in Jesuit schools in France and Switzerland. He was a poor and uncontrollable student but had a keen interest in a rapidly growing aviation science. In 1921 he joined the army and learned to fly, and in time he was drafted into the army. After three years in business, Saint-Exupéry became a pilot in 1926, the primary time flying from France to Morocco and geographical area. Based on his experience he has drawn a novel that began his writing career in 1929, Cortrier Sud (Southern mail). Here he expresses the driver's sole struggle against the elements and the sense of surrender to his calling, with power and even love. In 1929 Saint-Exupéry was sent to Buenos Aires, and married in 1931. The identical year he published his second book, Vol de nuit (Night Flight). In the following years Santa-Exupéry pursued his flying career, despite numerous injuries, but did not publish books until 1939, when he released the Terre des hommes. In 1939 Saint-Exupéry joined the French air force and was bravely decorated in 1940. He traveled to the United States,and then wrote Pilote de guerre (Flight to Arras) published in 1942 after the defeat of France. On July 31, 1944, his plane disappeared near Corsica, almost shot down by a German warship; no trace was ever found.

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Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Books by Antoine Saint-Exupery

QUOTES BY Antoine Saint-Exupery

"I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin."

"Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world"

"Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures --in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together."

"What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone."

"What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone."

"You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered."

"A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them."

"Charity never humiliated him who profited from it, nor ever bound him by the chains of gratitude, since it was not to him but to God that the gift was made."

"A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind."