I suppose I should say that I treasure blasphemy, as a faith of the highest order.

Impotence, fetishism, bisexuality, and bondage are all facts of life, and our fiction should reflect that.

Grant me the treasure of sublime poverty: permit the distinctive sign of our order to be that it does not possess anything of its own beneath the sun, for the glory of your name, and that it have no other patrimony than begging.

Treasures are not just lying there in the open, we have to dig deep and dig with faith. People are like so. Make effort for them also AND with faith

To say that you can kill in the name of God is blasphemy.

Where ones treasure is there also is his heart.