In Eternity Everything Is Just

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.

One Has A Prejudice Wherever One Fears A Transformation.

Almost Kien Was Tempted To Believe In Happiness, That Contemptible Life-goal Of Illiterates. If It Came Of Itself, Without Being Hunted For, If You Did Not Hold It Fast By Force And Treated It With A Certain Condescension, It Was Permissible To Endure Its Presence For A Few Days

Learning Is The Art Of Ignoring.

The Profoundest Thoughts Of The Philosophers Have Something Trickle About Them. A Lot Disappears In Order For Something To Suddenly Appear In The Palm Of The Hand.