Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.

You Risk Just As Much In Being Credulous As In Being Suspicious.

There Comes A Moment During Which Almost Every Girl Or Boy Falls Into Melancholy; They Are Tormented By A Vague Inquietude Which Rests On Everything And Finds Nothing To Calm It. They Seek Solitude; They Weep; The Silence To Be Found In Cloister Attracts Them: The Image Of Peace That Seems To Reign In Religious Houses Seduces Them. They Mistake The First Manifestations Of A Developing Sexual Nature For The Voice Of God Calling Them To Himself; And It Is Precisely When Nature Is Inciting Them That They Embrace A Fashion Of Life Contrary To Nature's Wish.