Prejudices Are The Props Of Civilization.

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.

Are You Then Unable To Recognize Unless It Has The Same Sound As Yours?

How Do You Know That The Fruit Is Ripe? Simply Because It Leaves The Branch.

Obsessions Of The Orient, Of The Desert, Of Its Ardor And Its Emptiness, Of The Shadows Of Palm Gardens, Of The Garments White And Wide - Obsessions Where The Senses Go Berserk, Where Nerves Are Exasperated, And Which Made Me, At The Onset Of Each Night, Believe Sleep Impossible.

Let Every Emotion Be Capable Becoming An Intoxication To You. If What You Eat Fails To Make You Drunk, It Is Because You Are Not Hungry Enough.