Sometimes peace looks like war, you cannot tell them apart.
Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.
I think I would have been a reasonably good lawyer. I have a faculty for making sense of mountains of information.
So many years of preparation, for what was called adult life: was it for this?
Insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.
As Danton sees it, the most bizarre aspect of Camille's character is his desire to scribble over every blank surface; he sees a guileless piece of paper, virgin and harmless, and persecutes it till it is black with words, and then besmirches its sister, and so on, through the quire.