He stands there hypnotized; and the sky-blue and beautiful crimson come off on his eyes.

At that moment I saw clearly that beauty in uniforms is still more wicked than stupid.
Ah! That frightful prophecy locked up within me is hammering my skull, "I have confidence in the abyss of the people." * * * * * * Wounded by everything I see, I sink down in a corner.

Truth is simple; but the world is no longer simple.

There are so many things! How will truth ever change its defeat into victory?
How is it ever going to heal all those who do not know! I grieve that I am weak and ineffective, that I am only I.

On earth, alas, truth is dumb, and the heart is only a stifled cry! I look for support, for some one who does not leave me alone.