She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.