Are you a monk ?' 'Yes.' 'Then ask your way of the monks; you won't go far without finding one.' 'But I do not even know the right direction; what is your grudge against monks, my good man ?' 'Look here, my youth; you seem too ingenuous for a monk.

Don't flatter yourself that it will last.

If you can wear the sheepskin, and haunt the churches here for a month, without learning to lie, and slander, and clap, and hoot, and perhaps play your part in a sedition--and--murder satyric drama--why, you are a better man than I take you for.

I, sir, am a Greek and a philosopher; though the whirlpool of matter may have, and indeed has, involved my ethereal spark in the body of a porter.
Therefore, youth,' continued the little man, starting up upon his baulk like an excited monkey, and stretching out one oratorio paw, 'I bear a treble hatred to the monkish tribe.

First, as a man and a husband;....
for as for the smiles of beauty, or otherwise,--such as I have, I have; and the monks, if they had their wicked will, would leave neither men nor women in the world.