You, my poor Monsieur Becker, have asked yourself how it was possible that a girl of seventeen should know even a single one of those secrets which men of science seek with their noses to the earth,--instead of raising their eyes to heaven.

Were I to tell you how and at what point the plant merges into the animal you would begin to doubt your doubts.

You have plotted to question me; you will admit that ?" "Yes, dear Seraphita," answered Wilfrid; "but the desire is a natural one to men, is it not ?" "You will bore this dear child with such topics," she said, passing her hand lightly over Minna's hair with a caressing gesture.
The young girl raised her eyes and seemed as though she longed to lose herself in him.
"Speech is the endowment of us all," resumed the mysterious creature, gravely.

"Woe to him who keeps silence, even in a desert, believing that no one hears him; all voices speak and all ears listen here below.
Speech moves the universe.

Monsieur Becker, I desire to say nothing unnecessarily.