Man Always Made, And Still Makes, Grotesque

The Hymns Of David, The Plays Of Shakespeare, The Metaphysics Of Descartes, The Crimes Of Borgia, The Virtues Of Antonine, The Atheism Of Yesterday And The Materialism Of Today, Were All Emanations Of Divine Thought, Doing Their Appointed Work. It Was The Duty Of The Church To Deal With Them All, Not As Though They Existed Through A Power Hostile To The Deity, But As Instruments Of The Deity To Work Out His Unrevealed Ends.

The Woman Had Once Been Supreme; In France She Still Seemed Potent, Not Merely As A Sentiment But As A Force; Why Was She Unknownin America? For Evidently America Was Ashamed Of Her, And She Was Ashamed Of Herself, Otherwise They Would Not Have Strewn Fig-leaves So Profusely All Over Her. When She Was A True Force, She Was Ignorant Of Fig-leaves, But The Monthly-magazine-made American Female Had Not A Feature That Would Have Been Recognized By Adam. The Trait Was Notorious, And Often Humorous, But Anyone Brought Up Among Puritans Knew That Sex Was Sin. In Any Previous Age, Sex Was Strength.

Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds Habit.

Politics Is Simply The Organization Of Hatreds.

I Am An Anarchist In Politics And An Impressionist In Art As Well As A Symbolist In Literature. Not That I Understand What These Terms Mean, But I Take Them To Be All Merely Synonyms Of Pessimist.