Destruction, hence, like creation, is one of Nature's mandates.
I want to be the victim of his errors.
Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.
Were he supreme, were he mighty, were he just, were he good, this God you tell me about, would it be through enigmas and buffooneries he would wish to teach me to serve and know him?
Nothing we can do outrages Nature directly. Our acts of destruction give her new vigour and feed her energy, but none of our wreckings can weaken her power.