One Must Be Something, In Order To

What Is Hardest Of All? That Which Seems Most Simple: To See With Your Eyes What Is Before Your Eyes.

We All Walk In Mysteries. We Are Surrounded By An Atmosphere About Which We Still Know Nothing At All.

No One Feels Himself Easy In A Garden Which Does Not Look Like The Open Country.

I Wish The Crowd To Feel Itself Well Treated, Especially Since It Lives And Lets Me Live.

The Desire To Explain What Is Simple By What Is Complex, What Is Easy By What Is Difficult, Is A Calamity.