I Start Out By Believing The Worst

The Concordat Is Not The Victory Of Any One Party But The Consolidation Of All.

The Nature Of Christ Is, I Grant It, From One End To Another, A Web Of Mysteries; But This Mysteriousness Does Not Correspond To The Difficulties Which All Existence Contains. Let It Be Rejected, And The Whole World Is An Enigma; Let It Be Accepted, And We Possess A Wonderful Explanation Of The History Of Man.

I Have Made All The Calculations; Fate Will Do The Rest.

But It Is At Home And Not In Public That One Should Wash Ones Dirty Linen. [fr., Car C'est En Famille, Ce N'est Pas En Public, Qu'un Lave Son Linge Sale.]

From The Heights Of These Pyramids, Forty Centuries Look Down On Us.