You will tell me the quiet story of your day's work, without any object except to give me your thoughts and your life. You will speak of your childho… - Henri Barbusse

We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine.

To accomplish the majestically practical work, to shape the whole architecture like a statue, base nothing on impossible modifications of human nature; await nothing from pity.

It is not yet hostility around me; but it is already a rupture. With this truth that clings to me alone, amid the world and its phantoms, am I not indeed rushing into a sort of tragedy impossible to maintain? They who surround me, filled to the lips, filled to the eyes, with the gross acceptance which turns men into beasts, they look at me mistrustfully, ready to be let loose against me.