In Life We Pay For The Evil

It Came To Mr. Blood, As He Trudged Forward Under The Laden Apple-trees On That Fragrant, Delicious July Morning, That Man—as He Had Long Suspected—was The Vilest Work Of God, And That Only A Fool Would Set Himself Up As A Healer Of A Species That Was Best Exterminated.

To Do What You Imply Would Require Nothing Short Of Divine Intervention. You Must Change Man, Not Systems.

...it Is Human Nature, I Suppose, To Be Futile And Ridiculous.

But I Like My Madness. There Is A Thrill In It Unknown To Such Sanity As Yours. ~ Book 1, Chapter 9.

The Love That Is Never To Be Realized Will Often Remain A Man's Guiding Ideal.