We Are Accustomed To Use Our Eyes

Were A Man To Spend Only One Day In Sicily And Ask, "what Must One See?" I Would Answer Him Without Hesitation, "taormina." It Is Only A Landscape, But A Landscape Where You Find Everything On Earth That Seems Made To Seduce The Eyes, The Mind And The Imagination.

You Have The Army Of Mediocrities Followed By The Multitude Of Fools. As The Mediocrities And The Fools Always Form The Immense Majority, It Is Impossible For Them To Elect An Intelligent Government.

I Go To Bed, And I Wait For Sleep As A Man Might Wait For The Executioner. I Wait For Its Coming With Dread, And My Heart Beats And My Legs Tremble, While My Whole Body Shivers Beneath The Warmth Of The Bedclothes, Until The Moment When I Suddenly Fall Asleep, As A Man Throws Himself Into A Pool Of Stagnant Water In Order To Drown. I Do Not Feel This Perfidious Sleep Coming Over Me As I Used To, But A Sleep Which Is Close To Me And Watching Me, Which Is Going To Seize Me By The Head, To Close My Eyes And Annihilate Me.

Ale, Not Beer, In A Pewter Mug Was Comme Il Faut, The Only Thing For A Gentleman Of Letters, Worthy Of The Name, To Drink.

The Past Attracts Me, The Present Frightens Me, Because The Future Is Death.