The Best Revenge You Can Have On

For What Gives Value To Travel Is Fear. It Breaks Down A Kind Of Inner Structure We Have. Travel Robs Us Of Such Refuge. Far From Our Own People, Our Own Language, Stripped Of All Our Props, Deprived Of Our Masks (one Doesn't Know The Fare On The Streetcars, Or Anything Else), We Are Completely On The Surface Of Ourselves.

People Hasten To Judge In Order Not To Be Judged Themselves.

The Welfare Of The People In Particular Has Always Been The Alibi Of Tyrants.

It Is Better To Burn Than To Disappear.

Too Many Have Dispensed With Generosity In Order To Practice Charity.