Honoré de Balzac,
The Atheist's Mass
“ No king was ever nursed as he was. Yes, Bianchon, to snatch that man from death I tried unheard-of things. I wanted him to live long enough to show him his work accomplished, to realize all his hopes, to give expression to the only need for gratitude that ever filled my heart, to quench a fire that burns in me to this day. "Bourgeat, my second father, died in my arms," Desplein went on, after a pause, visibly moved. ”

