I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find

Words Are The Small Change Of Thought.

There Is A Justice, But We Do Not Always See It. Discreet, Smiling, It Is There, At One Side, A Little Behind Injustice, Which Makes A Big Noise.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead

The Bourgeois Are Other People.