The Flower Is The Poetry Of Reproduction.

There Are Truths Which Can Kill A Nation.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.

Young Girls Are The Chatelaines Of Truth; They Must See That It Is Protected, That The Guilty Lead The Life Of The Guilty, Even If The World Rocks On Its Foundations.

To Make Ourselves Invisible To Creditors Or To The Envious, And Even To Our Own Worries, We Can Take Advantage Here On Earth Of A Great Democratic Institution-in Fact, Democracy's Only Success-the Night.

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.