For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

It Is Raining Bombs On The House Of The Lord. I Go In Fear And Trembling Lest One Of These Terrible Bombers Gets Into Difficulties.

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.

Instinct Guides The Animal Better Than The Man. In The Animal It Is Pure, In Man It Is Led Astray By His Reason And Intelligence.

Good Music Is Very Close To Primitive Language.

The First Promise Exchanged By Two Beings Of Flesh Was At The Foot Of A Rock That Was Crumbling Into Dust; They Took As Witness For Their Constancy A Sky That Is Not The Same For A Single Instant; Everything Changed In Them And Around Them, And They Believed Their Hearts Free Of Vicissitudes. O Children! Always Children!