It seems that laughter needs an echo.
Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.
Genius is that which forces the inertia of humanity to learn.
Sex-appeal is the keynote of our whole civilization.
The idea of the future, pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, is thus more fruitful than the future itself, and this is why we find more charm in hope than in possession, in dreams than in reality.
Laughter is the corrective force which prevents us from becoming cranks.