What Is Beautiful Is Good, And Who

Ambition, Old As Mankind, The Immemorial Weakness Of The Strong.

It Is Necessary To Write, If The Days Are Not To Slip Emptily By. How Else, Indeed, To Clap The Net Over The Butterfly Of The Moment?

Not Seeing Is Half-believing.

What Is Beautiful Is Good, And Who Is Good Will Soon Be Beautiful.

How Subtle Is The Relationship Between The Traveler And His Luggage! He Knows, As No One Else Knows, Its Idiosyncrasies, Its Contents ... And Always Some Small Nuisance Which He Wishes He Had Not Brought; Had Known, Indeed, Before Starting That He Would Regret It, But Brought It All The Same.