He stammers and hiccups the truth, but it was not he who made it, and it is whole and pure.

He is a degraded prophet, but the relics of his dreams have remained accurate.

And that saintly old man, who is devotion incarnate, who would not harm a fly, he is only a lowly servant of lies; but he brings his little link to the chain, and he smiles on the side of the executioners.
"One shouldn't ever confuse ideas with men.

It's a mistake that does a lot of harm." Marie lowers her head and says nothing; then she murmurs, "Yes, that's true." I pick up the little sentence she has given me.

It is the first time that approval of that sort has brought her near to me.