The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol.
(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.
O happy, happy each man whom predestined fate leads to the holy rite of hill and mountain worship.
Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
No man will be present in those mysteries, yet all men will kneel, no man will be potent, important, yet all men will feel what it is to be a woman.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: