The victory of humanity over man.

Humanity had conquered the inhuman.

And by what means? In what way? How had it overcome the giant of anger and hatred? What arms had it used? What engine of war? The cradle.

It is by suffering that human beings become angels.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance and her sunlight, from before human cruelty or suffering. She overwhelms man by the contrast between divine beauty and social hideousness. She spares him nothing of her loveliness, neither wing or butterfly, nor song of bird; in the midst of murder, vengeance, barbarism, he must feel himself watched by holy things; he cannot escape the immense reproach of universal nature and the implacable serenity of the sky. The deformity of human laws is forced to exhibit itself naked amidst the dazzling rays of eternal beauty. Man breaks and destroys; man lays waste; man kills; but the summer remains summer; the lily remains the lily; and the star remains the star.
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As though it said to man, 'Behold my work. and yours.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.