I shall be in Paris in two days. Well, all is finished. The waves of human mediocrity rise to the sky, and they will engulf the refuge whose dams I open. Ah! Courage leaves me, my heart breaks! O Lord, pity the Christian who doubts, the skeptic who would believe, the convict of life embarking alone in the night, under a sky no longer illumined byte consoling beacons of ancient faith.

Against Nature