What An Awful Thing Life

Je Suis Autant Chinois Que Fran C° Ais. I Am As Much Chinese As French.

I Tried To Discover, In The Rumor Of Forests And Waves, Words That Other Men Could Not Hear, And I Pricked Up My Ears To Listen To The Revelation Of Their Harmony.

But An Infinity Of Passions Can Be Contained In A Minute, Like A Crowd In A Tiny Space.

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

Stupidity Is Something Unshakable; Nothing Attacks It Without Breaking Itself Against It; It Is Of The Nature Of Granite, Hard And Resistant.