The Great Fault In Women Is To

There Is No Man Who Desires As Passionately As A Russian. If We Could Imprison A Russian Desire Beneath A Fortress, That Fortress Would Explode.

In The Works Of Man, Everything Is As Poor As Its Author; Vision Is Confined, Means Are Limited, Scope Is Restricted, Movements Are Labored, And Results Are Humdrum.

All Pain Is A Punishment, And Every Punishment Is Inflicted For Love As Much As For Justice.

It Can Even Come About That A Created Will Cancels Out, Not Perhaps The Exertion, But The Result Of Divine Action; For In This Sense, God Himself Has Told Us That God Wishes Things Which Do Not Happen Because Man Does Not Wish Them! Thus The Rights Of Men Are Immense, And His Greatest Misfortune Is To Be Unaware Of Them.

War Is Thus Divine In Itself, Since It Is A Law Of The World. War Is Divine Through Its Consequences Of A Supernatural Nature Which Are As Much General As Particular. War Is Divine In The Mysterious Glory That Surrounds It And In The No Less Inexplicable Attraction That Draws Us To It. War Is Divine By The Manner In Which It Breaks Out.