The Most Effective Coquetry Is Innocence.

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

I Am Persuaded That If The Brutes Even--if The Dog, The Horse, The Ox, The Elephant, The Bird, Could Speak, They Would Confess, That, At The Bottom Of Their Nature, Their Instincts, Their Sensations, Their Obtuse Intelligence, Assisted By Organs Less Perfect Than Ours, There Is A Clouded, Secret Sentiment Of This Existence Of A Superior And Primordial Being, From Whom All Emanates, And To Whom All Returns.

The People Will Not Allow Themselves To Be Changed Into Hogs By The Circes Of Atheism. Their Souls Will Flash Indignation Against Their Transformers. A Day Will Come When They Will See That They Are Impoverished Under The Pretext Of Being Enriched; That, When They Are Robbed Of Their Souls And Of God, Both Their Titles To Liberty Are Stolen From Them.

Let Us Enjoy The Fugitive Hour. Man Has No Harbor, Time Has No Shore; It Rushes On, And Carries Us With It.

It Is For Truth That God Created Genius.