We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.)

Who destroys is destroyed. Who builds is built. (Qui détruit se détruit. Qui construit se construit.)

The self is hateful." But "I" is passable. ("Le moi est haïssable". - Mais le Je est passable.)

"The self is hateful." But "I" is passable. ("Le moi est haïssable". - Mais le Je est passable.)”

Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations? Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name?

The black clouds make the black sea. (Les nuages noirs - Font la mer noire)”