He felt what a murderer must feel, when he sees the body he has robbed of life. That body, robbed by him of life, was their love, the first stage of their love. There was something awful and revolting in the memory of what had been bought at this fearful price of shame. Shame at their spiritual nakedness crushed her and infected him.
Satan can never be driven out by Satan. Error can never be corrected by error, and evil cannot be vanquished by evil.
My tongue is my enemy. Brothers.
Rest, nature, books, music…such is my idea of happiness.
You need feeling, emotion, to create. You can't create out of indifference.
How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!