France Lost A Great Novel Last Night.

Let Us Study Things That Are No More. It Is Necessary To Understand Them, If Only To Avoid Them.

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.

Reaction - A Boat Which Is Going Against The Current But Which Does Not Prevent The River From Flowing On.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.