Energy Had Fastened Upon Her

... Beauty, Like Ecstasy, Has Always Been Hostile To The Commonplace. And The Commonplace, Under Its Popular Label Of The Normal,has Been The Supreme Authority For Homo Sapiens Since The Days When He Was Probably Arboreal.

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

And Where Was Happiness If It Sprung Not From The Soil? Where Contentment If It Dwelt Not Near To Nature?

Of One Thing Alone I Am Very Sure: It Is A Law Of Our Nature That The Memory Of Longing Should Survive The More Fugitive Memory Of Fulfillment.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.