What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

Let us say it now: to be blind and to be loved, is indeed, upon this earth where nothing is complete, one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.

I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue from it first the United States of Europe, then the United States of the World.

I write with one hand, but I fight with both.