They Open A Door And Enter A World

We know nothing of religion here: we only think of Christ.

The absent are easily refuted.

To interest is the first duty of art; no other excellences will ever begin to compensate for failure in this.

And all the time - such is the tragic comedy of our situation - we continue to clamor for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.

You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.

Those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.