Protect the workers, encourage the rich.
The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thanking God.
What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.
Nothing is more real than those great seismic shocks that two souls give each other in exchanging that spark.
Emotion is always new.
Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. This hatred would involve the hatred of the arts.