The Great Fault In Women Is To

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.

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.

Christianity Was Preached By Ignorant Men And Believed By Servants, And That Is Why It Resembles Nothing Ever Known.

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

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