I Am The Place In Which Something

While I Complain Of Being Able To Glimpse No More Than The Shadow Of The Past, I May Be Insensitive To Reality As It Is Taking Shape At This Very Moment, Since I Have Not Reached The Stage Of Development At Which I Would Be Capable Of Perceiving It. A Few Hundred Years Hence, In This Same Place, Another Traveller, As Despairing As Myself, Will Mourn The Disappearance Of What I Might Have Seen, But Failed To See.

Language Is A Form Of Human Reason, Which Has Its Internal Logic Of Which Man Knows Nothing.

I Hate Travelling And Explorers

Enthusiastic Partisans Of The Idea Of Progress Are In Danger Of Failing To Recognize The Immense Riches Accumulated By The Human Race. By Underrating The Achievements Of The Past, They Devalue All Those Which Still Remain To Be Accomplished.

Natural Man Did Not Precede Society, Nor Is He Outside It.