Only The Present Counts.

Like All Truly Pure Souls She [chantal] Quickly Resigned Herself To Past Faults, Thought Only Of How To Repair Whatever Harm They Had Done. "of All My Daughters, You Are Certainly The Least Bothered By Scruples Of Conscience," Abbé Chevance Used To Say.... Even Sin, Once The Will Is Detached And No Longer Nourishes It, Withers And Dies Sterile. It Is In The Secret Of Intentions, Like In A Decomposing Humus, In The Dark Forest Of Future Sins, Unpardoned Sins, Half Dead, Half Living, That New Poisons Are Distilled.

Money-crimes Have An Abstract Quality. History Is Laden With The Victims Of Gold, But Their Remains Are Odourless.

You Owe It To Everyone You Love To Find Pockets Of Tranquility In Your Busy World.

All Her Life She [chantal] Had Been Carefully, Heroically Watching Over Mediocre Beings Who Were Hardly Real, Over Things Of No Value.

Fact Is Our Lord Knew All About The Power Of Money: He Gave Capitalism A Tiny Niche In His Scheme Of Things, He Gave It A Chance, He Even Provided A First Installment Of Funds. Can You Beat That? It's So Magnificent. God Despises Nothing. After All, If The Deal Had Come Off, Judas Would Probably Have Endowed Sanatoriums, Hospitals, Public Libraries Or Laboratories.