Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

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.

Words Are Not Too Old, Only People Are Too Old If They Use The Same Words Too Frequently.

Learning Is The Art Of Ignoring.

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

The Profoundest Thoughts Of The Philosophers Have Something Trickle About Them. A Lot Disappears In Order For Something To Suddenly Appear In The Palm Of The Hand.