There is a magic operation in prayer. Prayer is one of the great forces
of intellectual dynamics. It is like an electric current.
The rosary is a medium, a vehicle; it is prayer brought within reach of
all.
Labor, progressive and accumulative force, bearing interest like
capital, in faculties as in results.
Play, intermittent energy, even though guided by science, will be
conquered, fruitful as it may be, by labor, slight as it may be, but
sustained.
If a poet asked the state for the right to have a few bourgeois in his
stable, there would be considerable surprise; while, if a bourgeois
asked for roast poet, it would seem quite natural.
"Kitten, puss, pussy, my cat, my wolf, my little monkey, big monkey,
big serpent, my little melancholy monkey." Such freaks of too often
repeated terms, too frequent bestial appellations, reveal a satanic
side in love. Have not the devils the forms of beasts? The Camel of
Cazotte, camel, devil, and woman.