A Child Is An Angel Dependent On

Man In General, If Reduced To Himself, Is Too Wicked To Be Free.

War Is Thus Divine In Itself, Since It Is A Law Of The World. War Is Divine Through Its Consequences Of A Supernatural Nature Which Are As Much General As Particular. War Is Divine In The Mysterious Glory That Surrounds It And In The No Less Inexplicable Attraction That Draws Us To It. War Is Divine By The Manner In Which It Breaks Out.

There Is No Easy Method Of Learning Difficult Things. The Method Is To Close The Door, Give Out That You Are Not At Home, And Work.

I Don't Know What A Scoundrel Is Like, But I Know What A Respectable Man Is Like, And It's Enough To Make One's Flesh Creep.

The Whole Earth, Perpetually Steeped In Blood, Is Nothing But An Immense Altar On Which Every Living Thing Must Be Sacrificed Without End, Without Restraint, Without Respite Until The Consummation Of The World, The Extinction Of Evil, The Death Of Death.