My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

A Few Hours' Mountain Climbing Make Of A Rogue And A Saint Two Fairly Equal Creatures. Tiredness Is The Shortest Path To Equality And Fraternity - And Sleep Finally Adds To Them Liberty.

The Living Is Merely A Type Of What Is Dead, And A Very Rare Type.

One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

The Heart And Hand Of Those Who Always Mete Out Become Callous From Always Meting Out.

What I Understand By "philosopher": A Terrible Explosive In The Presence Of Which Everything Is In Danger.