In True Love It Is

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Life Is An Instinct For Growth, For Survival, For The Accumulation Of Forces, For Power.

Christianity Has The Rancor Of The Sick At Its Very Core-the Instinct Against The Healthy, Against Health. Everything That Is Well-constructed, Proud, Gallant And, Above All, Beautiful Gives Offense To Its Ears And Eyes.

When A Man Is Ill His Very Goodness Is Sickly.

If There Is Something To Pardon In Everything, There Is Also Something To Condemn.