One Should Use Praise To Recognize What

A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not In Constellation Yet.

The Great Writers Of Aphorisms Read As If They Had All Known Each Other Well.

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.

Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

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