Most people like to read about intrigue and spies. I hope to provide a metaphor for the average reader's daily life. Most of us live in a slightly conspiratorial relationship with our employer and perhaps with our marriage.
Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god but who knows my god?
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is...
Behind all their personal vanity women themselves always have an impersonal...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
