We Are Given Up To Those Gods,

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

Gutenberg's Invention Of Printing Is The Greatest Event-the Mother Of Revolution

The Reduction Of The Universe To The Compass Of A Single Being, And The Extension Of A Single Being Until It Reaches God - That Is Love. Love Is The Salute Of The Angels To The Stars. How Sad Is The Heart When Rendered Sad By Love! How Great Is The Void Created By The Absence Of The Being Who Alone Fills The World.

Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.

France Is Great Because She Is France.