Rancor Is An Outpouring Of A Feeling

Rancor Is An Outpouring Of A Feeling Of Inferiority.

Towns Are Full Of People, Houses Full Of Tenants, Hotels Full Of Guests, Trains Full Of Travelers, Cafés Full Of Customers, Parks Full Of Promenaders, Consulting-rooms Of Famous Doctors Full Of Patients, Theatres Full Of Spectators, And Beaches Full Of Bathers. What Previously Was, In General, No Problem, Now Begins To Be An Everyday One, Namely, To Find Room.

Romantic Poses Aside, Let Us Recognize That "falling In Love"...is An Inferior State Of Mind, A Form Of Transitory Imbecility.

A Revolution Only Lasts Fifteen Years, A Period Which Coincides With The Effectiveness Of A Generation.

Stupefaction, When It Persists, Becomes Stupidity.