We All Have A Weakness For Beauty.

A Sub-clerk In The Post Office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them. All Experiences Are Indifferent In This Regard. There Are Some That Do Either A Service Or A Disservice To Man. They Do Him A Service If He Is Conscious. Otherwise, That Has No Importance: A Man's Failures Imply Judgment, Not Of Circumstances, But Of Himself.

We Must Learn How To Lend Ourselves To Dreaming When Dreams Lend Themselves To Us.

Travel, Which Is Like A Greater And A Graver Science, Brings Us Back To Ourselves.

Where Would His Torture Be, Indeed, If At Every Step The Hope Of Succeeding Upheld Him?

Over There, In Europe, All Was Shame And Anger. Here It Was Exile Or Solitude, Among These Languid And Agitated Madmen Who Danced In Order To Die.