I Try To Imagine Someone Saying To

Adults Find Pleasure In Deceiving A Child. They Consider It Necessary, But They Also Enjoy It. The Children Very Quickly Figure It Out And Then Practice Deception Themselves.

Understanding, As We Understand It, Is Misunderstanding.

When You Write Down Your Life, Every Page Should Contain Something No One Has Ever Heard About

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.

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.