A Child Is An Angel Dependent On

Man In General, If Reduced To Himself, Is Too Wicked To Be Free.

I Don't Know What A Scoundrel Is Like, But I Know What A Respectable Man Is Like, And It's Enough To Make One's Flesh Creep.

All Grandeur, All Power, And All Subordination To Authority Rests On The Executioner: He Is The Horror And The Bond Of Human Association. Remove This Incomprehensible Agent From The World And At That Very Moment Order Gives Way To Chaos, Thrones Topple And Society Disappears.

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.

The Concept Of Number Is The Obvious Distinction Between The Beast And Man.