The world of sleep has an existence of its own.

He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.

The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.

Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

It is grievous for a man to leave behind him a shadow in his own shape.