In Five Minutes The Earth Would Be

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.

There Is Nothing That Man Fears More Than The Touch Of The Unknown. He Wants To See What Is Reaching Towards Him, And To Be Able To Recognize Or At Least Classify It. Man Always Tends To Avoid Physical Contact With Anything Strange.

People's Fates Are Simplified By Their Names.

Success Is The Space One Occupies In The Newspaper. Success Is One Day's Insolence.