You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles

It Is Strange What A Contempt Men Have For The Joys That Are Offered Them Freely.

There Is No French Town In Which The Wounds Inflicted On The Battle-field Are Not Bleeding.

The Desire For Order Is The Only Order In The World.

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.