Thinking Is The Desire To Gain Reality

Towns Are Full Of People, Houses Full Of Tenants, Hotels Full Of Guests, Trains Full Of Travelers, Cafés Full Of Customers, Parks Full Of Promenaders, Consulting-rooms Of Famous Doctors Full Of Patients, Theatres Full Of Spectators, And Beaches Full Of Bathers. What Previously Was, In General, No Problem, Now Begins To Be An Everyday One, Namely, To Find Room.

The Poet Begins Where The Man Ends. The Man's Lot Is To Live His Human Life, The Poet's To Invent What Is Nonexistent.

History Is The Science Of People.

Love Is That Splendid Triggering Of Human Vitality The Supreme Activity Which Nature Affords Anyone For Going Out Of Himself Toward Someone Else.

The Most Radical Division That It Is Possible To Make Of Humanity Is That Which Splits It Into Two Classes Of Creatures: Those Who Make Great Demands On Themselves, Piling Up Difficulties And Duties; And Those Who Demand Nothing Special Of Themselves, But For Whom To Live Is To Be Every Moment What They Already Are, Without Imposing On Themselves Any Effort Towards Perfection, Mere Buoys That Float On The Waves.