A Writer Is A World Trapped In

Doing Nothing Is Happiness For Children And Misery For Old Men.

Philosophy Is The Microscope Of Thought.

Peace Is The Virtue Of Civilization. War Is Its Crime.

The Death Agony Of The Barricade Was About To Begin.for, Since The Preceding Evening, The Two Rows Of Houses In The Rue De La Chanvrerie Had Become Two Walls; Ferocious Walls, Doors Closed, Windows Closed, Shutters Closed. A House Is An Escarpment, A Door Is A Refusal, A Facade Is A Wall. This Wall Hears, Sees And Will Not. It Might Open And Save You. No. This Wall Is A Judge. It Gazes At You And Condemns You. What Dismal Things Are Closed Houses.

For There Are Many Great Deeds Done In The Small Struggles Of Life.