To Be Sure, Theory Is Useful. But

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.

One Does Not Discover New Lands Without Consenting To Lose Sight Of The Shore For A Very Long Time.

Envying Another Man's Happiness Is Madness; You Wouldn't Know What To Do With It If You Had It.

The Individual Man Tries To Escape The Race. And As Soon As He Ceases To Represent The Race, He Represents Man.

It Is With Noble Sentiments That Bad Literature Gets Written.