Love Is Cruel As The

Love, The One Supreme, Unceasing Source Of Human Felicity, The One Sole Joy Which Lifts The Whole Mortal Existence Into The Empyrean, Was By It [christianity] Degraded Into The Mere Mechanical Action Of Reproduction.

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.

Men Are Always Optimists When They Look Inwards, And Pessimists When They Look Round Them.

The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is As Cloudless As Its Suffering Is Desolate.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.