In France, we respect women: we don't beat them; we don't ask them to hide themselves behind a veil as if they were impure.
Ignorance is the failure to discriminate between the permanent and the impermanent, the pure and the impure, bliss and suffering, the Self and the non-Self.
If one commits the act of sodomy with a cow, an ewe, or a camel, their urine and their excrements become impure, and even their milk may no longer be consumed. The animal must then be killed and as quickly as possible and burned.
The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light; although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted.
Free speech is not to be regulated like diseased cattle and impure butter. The audience that hissed yesterday may applaud today, even for the same performance.
The Beast: [beckoning from the darkness] We are glorious! We will no longer be afraid. Only through pain can you achieve your greatness! The impure are the untouched, the unburned, the unslain. Those who have not been torn have no value in themselves and no place in this world!
Père Henri: [hearing confession] What else?
Guillaume Blerot: Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie...
Père Henri: Vianne Rocher?
Guillaume Blerot: She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel.
Père Henri: At her age? At *your* age?
Guillaume Blerot: Yes, and yes.
Brenda: First, I fell out of the cart, then I lose Frank. And now, I'm being hunted by a douche. The gods must be punishing me, don't you see? This is what I get for giving in to my disgusting urges. I'm such a whore.
Teresa: Sweet bun, I must admit I too sometimes have urges, impure thoughts. We all do.
Brenda: Oh. Oh good! Okay.
Well, that actually makes me feel a little better.
Teresa: And we must never give in to them.
Brenda: Oh no. That's the opposite of what I thought you were gonna say.
Teresa: Oh, yes. The gods are always watching... Even when we cannot see them.
Brenda: Do you think it's too late for me?
Teresa: Do not worry, bun. I will get you home.