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In two days the colonel had been buried, and in three days forgotten.

Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.

Upon the first goblet he read this inscription, monkey wine; upon the second, lion wine; upon the third, sheep wine; upon the fourth, swine wine. These four inscriptions expressed the four descending degrees of drunkenness: the first, that which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the third, that which stupefies; finally the last, that which brutalizes.

Not being heard is no reason for silence.

He was full of regret and remorse, and he thought with despair that all he had in his soul he could say now only to a tomb.

We are of those who believe in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.

To meditate is to labour; to think is to act. Folded arms work, closed hands perform, a gaze fixed on heaven is a toil.

We bow to the man who kneels.

We are for religion against the religions.

No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.

My father... was a humble and heroic man, who served the republic and France gloriously, who was great in the greatest history that men have made, who lived a quarter of a century in the camp, by day under grape and under balls, by night in the snow, in the mud, and in the rain, who captured colours, who received twenty wounds, who died forgotten and abandoned, and who had but one fault; that was in loving too dearly two ingrates, his country and me.

This brother... felt obliged to give alms to the poor whom he met, but never gave them anything more than coppers or worn-out sous, finding thus the means of going to Hell by the road to Paradise.