Julie
Beauty is finite, Beauty is power. When Beauty is gone you have no power, so you in a fasutian like way, sell your soul to the devil. For what else would one do? When Beauty is gone what do you have? Nothing. No power, no friends, nothing.
Oh but power is so dangerous, it tempts one to live a life of hedonism, of revelry and debauchery in the gravest of sins. Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Influence is so terribly enthralling.
“They demand that the first act of the social revolution shall be the abolition of authority. Have these gentlemen ever seen a revolution?”
“It looked like a little bay rat and its odor stirred him to these irrepressible thoughts—
Why did this one have to be born—to come into the world like all the others, this world so full of suffering? Why did this one have to bear the destiny of having a father like me?
This was the first son his wife bore him.”
“We are often told that the poor are grateful for charity. Some of the are, no doubt, but the best amongst the poor are never grateful. They are ungrateful, discontented, disobedient, and rebellious. They are quite right to be so. “
“To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.
“Why should they [the poor] be grateful for the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table? They should be seated at the board, and are beginning to know it.”
