Our Rages, Daughters Of Despair, Creep And

Justice In The Hands Of The Powerful Is Merely A Governing System Like Any Other. Why Call It Justice?

Purity Is Not Imposed Upon Us As Though It Were A Kind Of Punishment, It Is One Of Those Mysterious But Obvious Conditions Of That Supernatural Knowledge Of Ourselves In The Divine, Which We Speak Of As Faith. Impurity Does Not Destroy This Knowledge, It Slays Our Need For It.

Hell, Madame, Is To Love No Longer.

If Hell Has No Answer For The Questioning Dead, It Is Not Because It Refuses To Answer (for Rigorous, Alas, In Observance, Is The Imperishable Fire), But It Is Because Hell Has Nothing To Say, Will Say Nothing Eternally.

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