في ذلك الحين، عندما ترفعون رؤوسكم لتؤدوا الشكر لله، أيها الأحرار، لأنه أوجدكم في عصر الحصاد، افتكروا فينا نحن الراحلين وتذكروا أن ما تتمتعون به من عن… - Alfred de Musset

What a frightful weapon is human thought! It is our defense and our safeguard, the most precious gift that God has made us. It is ours and it obeys us; we may launch it forth into space, but, once outside of our feeble brains, it is gone; we can no longer control it.

Cœlio : Que tu es heureux d'être fou !
Octave : Que tu es fou de ne pas être heureux !

It is unfortunately true that there is in blasphemy a certain outlet which solaces the burdened heart. When an atheist, drawing his watch, gave God a quarter of an hour in which to strike him dead, it is certain that it was a quarter of an hour of wrath and of atrocious joy. It was the paroxysm of despair, a nameless appeal to all celestial powers; it was a poor, wretched creature squirming under the foot that was crushing him; it was a loud cry of pain. Who knows? In the eyes of Him who sees all things, it was perhaps a prayer.