Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.

It Is Also Said Of Me That I Now And Then Contradict Myself. Yes, I Improve Wonderfully As Time Goes On.

What Passes For Woman's Intuition Is More Often Intrinsically Nothing More Than Man's Transparency.

The Path Of Sound Credence Is Through The Thick Forest Of Skepticism.

Sex Touches The Heavens Only When It Simultaneously Touches The Gutter And The Mud.

No Man Can Think Clearly When His Fists Are Clenched.