The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down. - Arthur Rimbaud

In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

- Bad Blood

C'était comme une nuit d'hiver, avec une neige pour étouffer le monde décidément.

Oh! Science! Everything has been revised. For the body and for the soul, — the viaticum, — there are medicine and philosophy, — old wives' remedies and popular songs rearranged. And the pastimes of princes and games they proscribed! Geography, cosmography, mechanics, chemistry!...

Science, the new nobility! Progress. The world marches on! Why shouldn’t it turn?

It is the vision of numbers. We are going toward the Spirit. There’s no doubt about it, an oracle, I tell you. I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.