“The soul whose bosom lust did never touch Is God’s fair bride; and maiden’s souls are such.”

Patience is God’s nature.

Those who fled will fight another time.

Custom without truth is error grown old.

The fact is certain because it is impossible.

If the sky stands still, if the earth quakes, if there is famine, if there is pestilence, at once the cry is raised: Throw the Christians to the lions! So many to one?

Woman is a temple built over a sewer.

It is absolutely forbidden to repay evil with evil.

To forbid birth is only quicker murder.

It is certainly no part of religion to compel religion.

It is certain because it is possible.

A man becomes a Christian, he is not born one.

The blood of the Christians is seed.

We say, and we say openly, and while ye torture us, mangled and gory we cry out, “We worship God through Christ!” Believe Him a man: it is through Him and in Him that God willeth Himself to be known and worshipped.

Shall we carry a flag? It is a rival to Christ.

Now we allow that life begins with conception, because we contend that the soul also begins from conception; life taking its commencement at the same moment and place that the soul does.

The whole fruit is already present in the seed.

Lust may be in the heart, though it be not seen by others; as guests may be in the house, though they look not out at the windows.

While contemplating the objects of the senses, a person develops attachment for them, and from such attachment lust develops, and from lust anger arises.

I have a lust for life.

I bought abandon dearAnd sold all piety for pleasure.My own free spirit I have followed,And never will I give up lust.

Lust, Greed, Anger, Attachment – These are all paths to hell.

It is not lust alone that one should be afraid of in the life of the world. There is also anger. Anger arises when obstacles are placed in the way of desire.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

What seems to me the highest and the most difficult achievement of Art is not to make us laugh or cry, or to rouse our lust or our anger, but to do as nature does-that is, fill us with wonderment.