I Do Not Know What The Heart

Reason Speaks In Words Alone, But Love Has A Song.

Every Time That A Man Who Is Not An Absolute Fool Presents You With A Question He Considers Very Problematic After Giving It Careful Thought, Distrust Those Quick Answers That Come To The Mind Of Someone Who Has Considered It Only Briefly Or Not At All. These Answers Are Usually Simplistic Views Lacking In Consistency, Which Explain Nothing, Or Which Do Not Bear Examination.

The Whole Earth, Perpetually Steeped In Blood, Is Nothing But An Immense Altar On Which Every Living Thing Must Be Sacrificed Without End, Without Restraint, Without Respite Until The Consummation Of The World, The Extinction Of Evil, The Death Of Death.

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 Great Fault In Women Is To Desire To Be Like Men.