Men Die And They Are Not Happy.

May Heaven Protect Us, Cher Monsieur, From Being Set On A Pedestal By Our Friends!!!

One Grows Out Of Pity When It's Useless.

Working Conditions For Me Have Always Been Those Of The Monastic Life: Solitude And Frugality. Except For Frugality, They Are Contrary To My Nature, So Much So That Work Is A Violence I Do To Myself.

The Revolutionary Government Was Required To Become The Government Of The War.

Again And Again There Comes A Time In History When The Man Who Dares To Say That Two And Two Make Four Is Punished With Death. ("the Plague")