Do You See This Egg? With This

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.

We Are A Free People; And Now You Have Planted In Our Country The Title Deeds Of Our Future Slavery. You Are Neither God Nor Demon; Who Are You, Then, To Make Slaves? Orou! You Understand The Language Of These Men, Tell Us All, As You Have Told Me, What They Have Written On This Sheet Of Metal: This Country Is Ours. This Country Yours? And Why? Because You Have Walked Thereon? If A Tahitian Landed One Day On Your Shores, And Scratched On One Of Your Rocks Or On The Bark Of Your Trees: This Country Belongs To The People Of Tahiti - What Would You Think?

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

Poetry Must Have Something In It That Is Barbaric, Vast And Wild.