While There Remains One Dark

There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That No Inducement That You Can Offer Will Tempt Them To Work; So Eaten Up By Vice That Virtue Is Abhorrent To Them, And So Inveterately Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion. When A Human Being Has Reached That Stage, There Is Only One Course That Can Be Rationally Pursued. Sorrowfully, But Remorselessly, It Must Be Recognized That He Has Become Lunatic, Morally Demented, Incapable Of Self-government, And That Upon Him, Therefore, Must Be Passed The Sentence Of Permanent Seclusion From A World In Which He Is Not Fit To Be At Large.

... You Cannot Make A Man Clean [simply] By Washing His Shirt.

While Women Weep, As They Do Now, I'll Fight.

There Are Different Kinds Of Fire; There Is False Fire. No One Knows This Better Than We Do, But We Are Not Such Fools As To Refuse Good Bank Notes Because There Are False Ones In Circulation; And Although We See Here And There Manifestations Of What Appears To Us To Be Nothing More Than Mere Earthly Fire, We None The Less Prize And Value, And Seek For The Genuine Fire Which Comes From The Altar Of The Lord.

The Profession Of A Prostitute Is The Only Career In Which The Maximum Income Is Paid To The Newest Apprentice. It Is The One Calling In Which At The Beginning The Only Exertion Is That Of Self-indulgence; All The Prizes Are At The Commencement. It Is The Ever-new Embodiment Of The Old Fable Of The Sale Of The Soul To The Devil. The Tempter Offers Wealth, Comfort, Excitement, But In Return The Victim Must Sell Her Soul, Nor Does The Other Party Forget To Exact His Due To The Uttermost Farthing.