Men Are Such Dupes By Choice, That

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

When Chaste People Need Body Or Mind To Resort To Action Or Thought, They Find Steel In Their Muscles Or Knowledge In Their Intelligence. Theirs The Diabolic Vigor Or The Black Magic Of Will Power.

Love Knows Nothing Of Modesty.

Perhaps It Is Only Human Nature To Inflict Suffering On Anything That Will Endure Suffering, Whether By Reason Of Its Genuine Humility, Or Indifference, Or Sheer Helplessness.

All We Are Is In The Soul.