We Could Hardly Believe That After So

What Breadth, What Beauty And Power Of Human Nature And Development There Must Be In A Woman To Get Over All The Palisades, All The Fences, Within Which She Is Held Captive!

We Have Wasted Our Spirit In The Regions Of The Abstract And General Just As The Monks Let It Wither In The World Of Prayer And Contemplation.

The Death Of The Contemporary Forms Of Social Order Ought To Gladden Rather Than Trouble The Soul. Yet What Is Frightening Is That The Departing World Leaves Behind It Not An Heir, But A Pregnant Widow. Between The Death Of The One And The Birth Of The Other, Much Water Will Flow By, A Long Night Of Chaos And Desolation Will Pass.

It Is Possible To Lead Astray An Entire Generation, To Strike It Blind, To Drive It Insane, To Direct It Towards A False Goal. Napoleon Proved This.

There Is Nothing In The World More Stubborn Than A Corpse: You Can Hit It, You Can Knock It To Pieces, But You Cannot Convince It.