His Head Is Made Of Stars, But

He Would Like To Start From Scratch. Where Is Scratch?

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.

You Have But To Know An Object By Its Proper Name For It To Lose Its Dangerous Magic.

Success Listens Only To Applause. To All Else It Is Deaf