There Is Nothing Original; All Is Reflected

To Those Who Have Exhausted Politics, Nothing Remains But Abstract Thought.

Nothing Is Unimportant To A Man Plunged In Despair. He Is As Credulous As A Criminal Sentenced To Death Who Listens To A Lunatic Raving To Him About How He Can Escape Through The Keyhole.

It Is No Sin To Be Tempted; The Wickedness Lies In Being Overcome.

For The Journalist, Anything Probable Is Gospel Truth.

A Grass Blade Believes That Men Build Palaces For It To Grow In. Grass Wedges Its Way Between The Closest Blocks Of Marble And It Brings Them Down. This Power Of Feeble Life Which Can Creep In Anywhere Is Greater Than That Of The Mighty Behind Their Cannons.