They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.