First Of All, Be What You Are.

What Does The Truth Matter? Haven't We Mothers All Given Our Sons A Taste For Lies, Lies Which From The Cradle Upwards Lull Them, Reassure Them, Send Them To Sleep: Lies As Soft And Warm As A Breast!

Chantal's Only Ruse ... Was Her Shattering Simplicity. While A Weak Man Or An Imposter Is Always More Complicated Than The Problem He Is Trying To Solve, And Thinking To Encompass His Adversary, Merely Keeps Prowling Interminably Around Himself, The Heroic Nature Will Throw Itself Into The Heart Of The Danger To Turn It To Its Own Use, Just As Captured Artillery Is Turned About And Aimed At The Backs Of The Fleeing Enemy.

And What Have You Laymen Made Of Hell? A Kind Of Penal Servitude For Eternity, On The Lines Of Your Convict Prisons On Earth, To Which You Condemn In Advance All The Wretched Felons Your Police Have Hunted From The Beginning - Enemies Of Society, As You Call Them. You're Kind Enough To Include The Blasphemers And The Profane. What Proud Or Reasonable Man Could Stomach Such A Notion Of God's Justice? And When You Find That Notion Inconvenient It's Easy Enough For You To Put It On One Side. Hell Is Not To Love Any More, Madame. Not To Love Any More!

A Poor Man With Nothing In His Belly Needs Hope, Illusion, More Than Bread.

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