There Is Only One Virtue, Justice; Only

There Comes A Moment During Which Almost Every Girl Or Boy Falls Into Melancholy; They Are Tormented By A Vague Inquietude Which Rests On Everything And Finds Nothing To Calm It. They Seek Solitude; They Weep; The Silence To Be Found In Cloister Attracts Them: The Image Of Peace That Seems To Reign In Religious Houses Seduces Them. They Mistake The First Manifestations Of A Developing Sexual Nature For The Voice Of God Calling Them To Himself; And It Is Precisely When Nature Is Inciting Them That They Embrace A Fashion Of Life Contrary To Nature's Wish.

Disturbances In Society Are Never More Fearful Than When Those Who Are Stirring Up The Trouble Can Use The Pretext Of Religion To Mask Their True Designs.

Only God And Some Few Rare Geniuses Can Keep Forging Ahead Into Novelty.

I Have Only A Small Flickering Light To Guide Me In The Darkness Of A Thick Forest. Up Comes A Theologian And Blows It Out.

Watch Out For The Fellow Who Talks About Putting Things In Order! Putting Things In Order Always Means Getting Other People Under Your Control.