A Ruling Passion Gives To A Shelf

She Mixes Religion With Desertion To Make It Sound Noble.

How Often The Priest Had Heard The Same Confession--man Was So Limited: He Hadn't Even The Ingenuity To Invent A New Vice: The Animals Knew As Much. It Was For This World That Christ Had Died: The More Evil You Saw And Heard About You, The Greater The Glory Lay Around The Death; It Was Too Easy To Die For What Was Good Or Beautiful, For Home Or Children Or Civilization--it Needed A God To Die For The Half-hearted And The Corrupt.

You Cannot Conceive, Nor Can I, Of The Appalling Strangeness Of The Mercy Of God.

A Major Character Has To Come Somehow Out Of The Unconscious.

A Single Feat Of Daring Can Alter The Whole Conception Of What Is Possible.