A Poor Man With Nothing In His

Purity Is Not Imposed Upon Us As Though It Were A Kind Of Punishment, It Is One Of Those Mysterious But Obvious Conditions Of That Supernatural Knowledge Of Ourselves In The Divine, Which We Speak Of As Faith. Impurity Does Not Destroy This Knowledge, It Slays Our Need For It.

All Her Life She [chantal] Had Been Carefully, Heroically Watching Over Mediocre Beings Who Were Hardly Real, Over Things Of No Value.

Lust Is A Mysterious Wound In The Side Of Humanity; Or Rather, At The Very Source Of Its Life! To Confound This Lust In Man With That Desire Which Unites The Sexes Is Like Confusing A Tumor With The Very Organ Which It Devours, A Tumor Whose Very Deformity Horribly Reproduces The Shape.

Civilization Exists Precisely So That There May Be No Masses But Rather Men Alert Enough Never To Constitute Masses.

Fear, True Fear, Is A Savage Frenzy. Of All The Insanities Of Which We Are Capable, It Is Surely The Cruelest. There Is Naught To Equal Its Drive, And Naught Can Survive Its Thrust.