One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.
And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.
Creation lives, grows, and multiplies; man is but a witness.
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: “Help me!