A sewer is a cynic. It tells All.
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
The left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
The need of the immaterial is the most deeply rooted of all needs. One must have bread; but before bread, one must have the ideal.
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.