[t]he Cradle Is Shallower Than The Grave.

I Know The Compassion Of Others Is A Relief At First. I Don't Despise It. But It Can't Quench Pain, It Slips Through Your Soul As Through A Sieve. And When Our Suffering Has Been Dragged From One Pity To Another, As From One Mouth To Another, We Can No Longer Respect Or Love It.

Hell Is Not To Love Anymore.

Le De S Ir De La Prie' Re Est De J A' Une Prie' Re. The Wish For Prayer Is Already A Prayer.

To You A Pious Young Girl Who Goes To Mass And Communion, Seems Pretty Silly And Childish; You Take Us For Innocents... Well, Let Me Tell You, Sometimes We Know More About Evil Than People Who Have Only Learned To Offend God.

Only The Present Counts.