Men are cowards when it comes to the "eternally feminine": and the little women know it.
The Germans are incapable of any conception of greatness: proof Schumann.
How much truth does a spirit endure, how much truth does it dare?
Precisely this is godliness--that there are gods, but no God.
We take a fancy to something: and scarcely have we thoroughly taken a fancy to it when that tyrant in us calls out: "Give me thatin sacrifice"--and we give it.
The bite of conscience is indecent.