A Little Scandal Is An Excellent Thing;

The Philosopher Stands At His Desk In The Lecture Hall, And Demonstrates Away The Soul Of Man, And With Exact Thought Measures Out His Atoms And Resolves Him Back To Gas And Air. But The Revolutionary, Below In The Crowd, Hears, And Only Translates What He Hears Thus To His Brethren: 'let Us Drink While We May; Property Is Robbery; This Life Is All; Let Us Kill And Eat; There Is No God.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

Woman Already Controls By Not Seeming To Do So. Talk No More Of Her Rights.

Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters The Feet It Once Winged.

Love, The One Supreme, Unceasing Source Of Human Felicity, The One Sole Joy Which Lifts The Whole Mortal Existence Into The Empyrean, Was By It [christianity] Degraded Into The Mere Mechanical Action Of Reproduction.