The World Is The House Of The

The Infant Runs Toward It With Its Eyes Closed, The Adult Is Stationary, The Old Man Approaches It With His Back Turned.

I Have Only A Small Flickering Light To Guide Me In The Darkness Of A Thick Forest. Up Comes A Theologian And Blows It Out.

If You Disturb The Colors Of The Rainbow, The Rainbow Is No Longer Beautiful.

I Discuss With Myself Questions Of Politics, Love, Taste, Or Philosophy. I Let My Mind Rove Wantonly, Give It Free Rein To Followany Idea, Wise Or Mad That May Present Itself. My Ideas Are My Harlots.

If Exclusive Privileges Were Not Granted, And If The Financial System Would Not Tend To Concentrate Wealth, There Would Be Few Great Fortunes And No Quick Wealth. When The Means Of Growing Rich Is Divided Between A Greater Number Of Citizens, Wealth Will Also Be More Evenly Distributed; Extreme Poverty And Extreme Wealth Would Be Also Rare.