This Industry [photography], By Invading The Territories

The Priest Is An Immense Being Because He Makes The Crowd Believe Astonishing Things.

Remembering Is Only A New Form Of Suffering.

The Cannon Thunders... Limbs Fly In All Directions... One Can Hear The Groans Of Victims And The Howling Of Those Performing The Sacrifice... It's Humanity In Search Of Happiness.

A Book Is A Garden, A Party, A Company By The Way.

To Be Away From Home And Yet To Feel Oneself Everywhere At Home; To See The World, To Be At The Centre Of The World, And Yet To Remain Hidden From The World—impartial Natures Which The Tongue Can But Clumsily Define. The Spectator Is A Prince Who Everywhere Rejoices In His Incognito.