To Ease Another's Burden, Help To Carry

Laughter Is The Corrective Force Which Prevents Us From Becoming Cranks.

Europe Is Overpopulated, The World Will Soon Be In The Same Condition, And If The Self-reproduction Of Man Is Not Rationalized... We Shall Have War.

The Present Contains Nothing More Than The Past, And What Is Found In The Effect Was Already In The Cause.

In Just The Same Way The Thousands Of Successive Positions Of A Runner Are Contracted Into One Sole Symbolic Attitude, Which Our Eye Perceives, Which Art Reproduces, And Which Becomes For Everyone The Image Of A Man Who Runs.

Laughter Appears To Stand In Need Of An Echo, Listen To It Carefully: It Is Not An Articulate, Clear, Well-defined Sound; It Is Something Which Would Fain Be Prolonged By Reverberating From One To Another, Something Beginning With A Crash, To Continue In Successive Rumblings, Like Thunder In A Mountain.