To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's

A Language Does Not Become Fixed. The Human Intellect Is Always On The March, Or, If You Prefer, In Movement, And Languages With It.

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

To Think Is Of Itself To Be Useful; It Is Always And In All Cases A Striving Toward God.

To Divinise Is Human, To Humanise Is Divine.

Yes, Instruction! Light! Light! Everything Comes From Light, And To Everything It Returns.