The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.
Indeed, history is nothing more than a tableau of crimes and misfortunes.
Let us help one another to bear our burdens.
Whenever an important event, a revolution, or a calamity turns to the profit of the church, such is always signalised as the Finger of God.
Writing is the painting of the voice.