Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred.
Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a b**ch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.
Do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory.
A man can’t become a saint when he has to work sixteen hours a day.
